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*Begin Audio log #75426]*

*Note; Patient 19102694 (\*\*\*\* Crowe) requested a copy of Audio log #75426 be handed out to him. Doctor S. Abrahamson approved the request and noted that the patient will receive a copy of said audio log.*

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*Dr. A: Okay, \*\*\*\*, you have to recount this dream to me. We still haven't reached its conclusion it seems, and that is what appears to be bothering you.*

*Crowe: We did, Doctor.*

*Dr. A: Doesn't seem so to me. I recall you saying you have a degree of lucidity over your dreams. You've also stated that if a dream would reoccur to you after you've woken up abruptly in the middle of one you could reach its conclusion over the following nights. Isn't it so?*

*Crowe: No…*

*Dr. A: No?*

*Crowe: Yes… No… I mean… I usually can… Not… Not with this one.*

*Dr. A: Oh. I see. Well, perhaps I can help you resolve the conflict that this dream is causing you. For that, I need you to repeat its course to me.*

*Crowe: (Sighs) Okay...*

*Dr. A: Take your time, if you need to stop at any point, let me know.*

*Crowe: (nods, before taking an audible breath) It always starts the same. I am standing at the entrance to some building. The Wall around the entrance is colored yellowish white. It's midday, I can feel the sun directly in my back.*

*I am wearing some sort of suit. A protective suit, I suppose. I don't know why. I don't know why anything happens the way it does in this dream. I… I just… It just happens.*

*(Nervous breathing audible)*

*I walk into the building, and its mostly deem. There is this gold-rust colored light coming off from above me. I never bother looking up. I just look forward and walk.*

*There isn't a lot of space to go, just a narrow passageway forward.*

*I walk alone.*

*There's this clicking noise, I guess coming from within my suit. It sounds like the tapping of a pencil on a table. It's constant. It never stops.*

*For a while, the only thing I hear is this tapping noise and the sound of my presumed boots hitting the concrete floor.*

*After walking for a while, I see pipes and tubes running along the walls.*

*I keep on walking.*

*The pipes become a network of tubing stretching all over the walls and I guess the ceiling.*

*I never look up.*

*Never…*

*I keep going some more time and I get lost in this space. I stop noticing things. It's all just a long… never-ending passageway colored in golden rust and the tapping.*

*Always tapping.*

*I almost hit my head on a pipe.*

*I narrowly notice it before impact.*

*I duck it awkwardly.*

*My senses sharpen again.*

*There are more pipes.*

*Everywhere.*

*The tapping noise gets more frequent for a few moments, louder, then it dies down.*

*I simply keep walking.*

*Occasionally I avoid pipes that hang low.*

*I keep on walking.*

*Aimlessly, I think…*

*Everything becomes blurry, sort of.*

*This yellowish blur all over my field of vision.*

*I just keep walking.*

*I'm perfectly calm.*

*After some more walking, I come to an intersection; I look at my options for a few moments. There's a pathway leading left and another one to the right.*

*I choose left.*

*I don't know why, but I do.*

*I keep on walking.*

*Water sloshes beneath my feet.*

*I keep walking.*

*The lower-hanging pipes become more frequent.*

*I dodge them a lot more.*

*I feel myself beginning to strain.*

*I keep walking.*

*Water covers my ankles.*

*Occasionally I hear a single tap of water in the distance.*

*Not too close, but not too far.*

*I keep walking.*

*The sound of tapping water gets more frequent.*

*I keep walking.*

*More low hanging pipes.*

*I keep walking.*

*My breathing hastens.*

*I keep walking.*

*Water is at my knees.*

*I keep walking.*

*More pipes.*

*Heartbeat rising.*

*Walking.*

*More walking.*

*More pipes.*

*Breathing heavily.*

*More walking.*

*Heartbeat fast.*

*Breathing goes fast and shallow.*

*Everything blurs out.*

*Yellow, rusty, shapeless, endless hall.*

*I'm still walking.*

*Tapping water becomes very frequent.*

*Still walking.*

*Chest begins to tighten uncomfortably.*

*Very heavy breathing.*

*Feels like I'm not breathing at all.*

*Pencil tapping becomes more frequent, louder for a few seconds.*

*A single drop of water echoes unbearably loudly through space.*

*I trip over a pipe and nearly fall.*

*But I don't and I keep on walking.*

*The water reaches my groin.*

*It's very cold and I shudder.*

*I keep walking.*

*Everything begins to spin slowly around me.*

*It's getting smaller.*

*I keep walking.*

*Tapping noises.*

*Fade in and out.*

*I keep walking.*

*My ears are buzzing.*

*I keep walking.*

*My legs become heavy.*

*I keep walking.*

*My whole body feels tired.*

*I keep walking.*

*The walls seem like they're closing in on me.*

*I still keep walking.*

*The tapping…*

*(long pause)*

*Dr. A: \*\*\*\*, What about the tapping?*

*Crowe: It's unbearable. It coming from within me.*

*Dr. A: Your heartbeat perhaps?*

*Crowe: I… I don't know…*

*All I know is that I just keep walking and walking.*

*I'm getting cold.*

*The room is spinning and getting smaller.*

*I feel the light fading in front of me.*

*It's almost like I am about to pass out but I don't.*

*Another drop of water echoes through the space jolting me back into consciousness.*

*I keep walking.*

*The room is getting smaller.*

*I think.*

*It's hard to breathe.*

*I'm struggling to breathe.*

*I have no air.*

*I keep walking.*

*Pipes everywhere.*

*Rusty lights everywhere.*

*I keep on walking.*

*Water up to my waist.*

*It's getting hard to walk.*

*I keep walking.*

*Losing speed.*

*Ears ringing so loud I can't near anything else.*

*I keep walking.*

*The passageway keeps shrinking.*

*A static noise fills my ears as I keep walking.*

*The walls feel like…*

*Like…*

*Dr. A: Like what? What do they feel like?*

*(heavy breathing audible)*

*Dr. A: We can stop if you want.*

*Crowe: (attempts to collect himself) It's fine. The walls, they, they feel… like… like… they are about to crush me.*

*Dr. A: I see.*

*Crowe: I keep walking.*

*I'm out of breath.*

*My breathing is awful.*

*Shallow and quick.*

*The static noise takes over everything.*

*I still feel the resistance of water against my body…*

*(Long pause; \*\*\*\* Crowe is staring into space)*

*Dr. A: \*\*\*\* are you alright?*

*(silence)*

*Dr. A: \*\*\*\*, I said, are you alright?*

*(silence)*

*Dr. A: \*\*\*\*, I think we should stop this here. (The sound of Dr. Abrahamson's feet walking*

*across the room follows.)*

*Dr. A: (touching the patient): Are you crying, \*\*\*\*?*

*Crowe: (incoherent, begins crying)*

*Dr. A: It's alright, it's alright, we'll do this another time.*

*Crowe: (through the tears) It just ends.*

*[End Log]*