The lucid dream dripped down the front of his shirt as he ran for the bathroom, struggling not to vomit.
Really, he had just done the deed in a dream, not reality. Could he still be held culpable?
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Only if he lived in Orwell's 1984. You know, since they have the Thought Police and all.
ReplyDeleteStill, I've had dreams that were super intense, where they felt real, with visceral reactions, like something I had done, whether or not it had been me in the viewpoint spot or not.
So I can picture this guy, panting, maybe sweating a little (though the wanting to vomit might be part of that), all wide-eyed and freaked-out, all while thinking, "That was a dream, right? Yeah, just a dream. Just a dream. Boy, I need counseling."
P.S.: I always read what you post. Just thought you'd like to know that.
I once had a terrible dream like that, and I've had quite a few since like it that weren't quite so bad as that first one, and the honest answer I have for you is that I still feel responsible for it. I was dreaming, yes, but I was aware and I knew it was wrong, and I still did. It haunts me.
ReplyDeleteBut people do things like that in the real world all the time, and the answer is still the same, you know? The answer is, and always will be, God. I recently had cause to tell a friend that God is the Keeper of our happiness and of our forgiveness, and so your character here must simply risk it, and ask, and believe God's reply. There is no alternative, and I know this because I have tried them all.
I still struggle (lots; you know I do), but peace is possible.