Posted: July 14, 2013 in Humanity, Mystery
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Dee's nightmare

Dee’s nightmare

Dee woke with a start.  Heart pounding wildly she stretched out her hand to switch on the lamp on her bedside table.  It wasn’t there.  Not only the lamp was missing, there just was no bedside table, she was not in her own bed.  Moreover, it was pitch-black.  ‘This can’t be!’, she said to herself.  ‘The street lights are always visible, unless there is a power outage?!’  No sounds.  ‘Impossible!  There’s always traffic!’  She strained her ears: nothing.  Nothing at all.

Dee sat up.  Her mouth felt dry, she could hardly breathe.  An anxiety attack?!  She tried to remember what she had read about it in a magazine.  She couldn’t remember anything.  Finally, she hugged herself, swinging forward and backward, telling herself to calm down.  After what seemed like ages she felt a little better.  Time for a check:  shirt, jeans, trainers, watch – the latter with a rather week battery.  No keys, though.  She tried to remember.  She had brushed her teeth, taken a shower and…  ‘I went to bed.  I certainly did not wear shirt, jeans, or trainers.’  Creepy.  ‘Activity!’, she commanded herself and let her hands wander around.  She was on a sofa that seemed to be in the middle of nothing.  ‘In the middle of a ROOM!’  Feeling better after this self-reprimand, Dee carefully swung her legs from the sofa.  The floor seemed to be carpeted.  She got up, stretched.  Taking one step at a time, Dee reached an empty wooden rack after 15 steps.  She turned to the right.  Using her left hand to keep in touch with the rack and/or wall and stretching out her right arm in walking direction she resumed counting her steps.  It took her 23 steps to reach a wall.  She turned right again, resumed walking and counting.  14 steps later she felt a metal door frame.  Frame and door were cool to the touch.  There were neither lock nor handle.  Dee sobbed – from exhaustion or desperation.  She tried to calm down and continued along the wall.  22 steps later, the door side wall came to an end.  Again, she turned to the right and started to check the next wall.  47 steps of bare wall.  The complete darkness and stillness were overbearing.  ‘Breathe, Dee, breathe!’  Dee turned right, counted 39 steps until the fourth corner.  Turning right, she took a deep breath.  It took her 21 steps to reach the empty rack.  Only that it wasn’t completely empty.  She fingered her find.  It was a piece of chalk.  She pocketed it carefully, turned and walked in the direction of the sofa, slumped down as exhaustion got the better of her.

Dee dreamed being on a cruise ship in a storm.  But – was she really dreaming?  She was still lying on that sofa.  It felt like being on a swing.  A wave of nausea made her wretch.  ‘I need to get out, fast!’  If she remembered her walk around the room correctly, she would have to get up, turn right to walk directly towards the metal door.  The room seemed to be spinning around her.  She swayed and fell to her knees, crawled.  After what felt like hours the reached the wall.  Wall, wall, wall.  She inched further to the right and felt the welcoming cool metal of the door frame.  She started banging on the door and tried to scream for help.  She couldn’t produce more than hoarse whispers.  Her throat was way to dry.  “Help!  Help me!”  No response.  No light.  No sound.  Emptiness.  She turned her back to the door and hugged her knees.  ‘Ouch!’  Dee felt a slight pain in her right hip.  ‘The chalk!’  She got up, took the piece of chalk out of her jeans pocket and frantically started writing ‘HELP’ on the door and the wall around it.  She only stopped when that piece of chalk crumbled between her fingers.  She fell to the floor and curled up in a foetal position, sobbing.

>>>  THE END  <<<
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As the lights came on, the audience was still shocked.  “I can assure you, that the young woman in this video, Dee, is all right.  She is a former student of mine, volunteering for this test.  Her ‘incarceration’ took less than 40 minutes.”  Professor Friedrich sipped some water and continued.  “What we needed to demonstrate is how deprivation of contacts, light, sound, and sleep is inhumane.  Each of these deprivations alone is already considered torture.  I agree that ‘the bad guys’ need to be behind bars.  Torture, however, is never an option.  And it doesn’t matter if the prisoner is a serial killer or a terrorist.  I appeal to you all – here at the Heidelberg faculty and future psychologists to fight torture like this in prison facilities.”

  1. Roger the Scribe says:

    An interesting article, it gets the mind thinking about her thoughts her feelings, and was it real or a dream… Loved it.

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