John looked anxiously at his watch. Then he stepped towards the window, he held the binoculars up and focused his attention on the inside of the second appartment on the third floor of the block of flats across the street.
The object was a skinny, dramatically tall, and funny young man, about 28, wearing a pair of dramatically funny pijamas and getting ready to go to bed.
John sneered obviously pleased. Apparently, it would't take him long to have dreams and John really felt like making a mock of someone even while he was dreaming.
Eight people, quite normal and mentally sane in the earlier years were driven to the mental hospital due to serious neurosis, since John had discovered his capacity to participate and intervene in other's dreams, within 2-3 km radius of the place where he stood.
Every night and sometimes even during the evenings of the last three years, he had been trying to spy an interesting dream of one of his cocitizens. As soon as he tracked one down, he would penetrate it and destroy it without the slightest compunction, causing severe mental breakdown to the dreamer.
During these three years, devoting himself to this new kind of entertainment, he stole the cheeks of aspiring lovers, threw eggs at scientists who had dreamed that they finally succeeded in setting their views in front of an audience, mercilessly robbed poor fellows who had made "a fortune of their dream on the pools", and in general he had fun.
Still during the last ten days he was obsessed with Mr. Asteroglou, that miserable creature who had been sheltering John in his dreams letely. Asteroglou's dreams were quite realistic, vivid and colourful. One would really enjoy to butt in and shatter them. From what John had heard, Asteroglou was physics teacher. For the last ten days, he had been trying to fuck a very good-looking girl, apparently one of his pupils, in his dreams. John did his atmost and never allowed him to carry out his intentions , acting in the guise of one of the pupil's most hateful pupils. One had to be well-informed in order to succeed as a dream-mocker.
In anticipation of the poor teacher's dream, John gulped some of his nasty drink - lukewarm whisky mixed with orangejuice, honey and ovaltine - savoured its nasty taste, making a nasty snake-like noise and scratching his nasty nose.
"I'm a nasty guy", he thought in satisfaction and being too impatient to wait, he got in touch with his victim.
Asteroglou hadn't reached the REM state yet, so John found himself in a grey gap. However, this gap was gradually scattered and a dreamy setting filled its place: a lousy disco with crappy House music, under red lights.At the back of the room, next to the dancing floor, the teacher and the girl were kissing. John admired the teacher's imagination and courage: this time Asteroglou had gone too far, dispensing with the preliminaries and ignoring the logical gap.
John in the guise of a seventeen years old heavymetal fan, appeared in the dancing-floor, approached the teacher at a slow pace and slapped him. "What's up man? Kissing women now? Aren't all the little fags you've knocked off, enough for you?" The teacher turned his head and scanned at him, first with astonishment, then with hatred. John gave him several blows, undressed the girl who was surprised and weak-willed, and having the upper-hand, he started fucking her on the counter.
The reaction of the teacher was immediate and unexpectant. With an explosion, John found himself trapped into an electromagnetic field and then he was transferref telekinetically to a vast and buttomless gutter, filled with shit. John marvelled at the remarkable intellectual faculty that the teacher manifested in an effort to save face -or, what it was left of it. He didn't worry. His weapon was the fact that there were no logical rules to sestrain his action. On the other hand, there were subconscious logical rules that restricted the freedom of his victims who couldn't violate them in their dreams.
So, when John didn't manage to return to the disco and get back at the teacher, he was seized with astonishment and rage. He tried once more making use of all the faculties of his wicked mind but he failed again. He couldn't understand what was happening. None of the known natural powers could have so impressive results. Still, the problem was that the teacher believed in its existence. His faith in it was so strong that it outweighted John's faculties.However, john didn't give up hope. All he had to do was wait until the dream was over. then he would be free, since Asteroglou would wake up. But, till then he would stay trapped by his dream that had dictacted to him to be covered op to his neck wit shit, while a pipe constantly poured out more of it on his head. "That's what happens if you meddle in madmen's dreams", he thought.
He tried to abandon this strange dream and wake up, but didn't make it. The teacher's will was stronger than he had expected.
Well, he had to wait for a while - the dream would soon end. Next time, John would get even with the teacher. He would humiliate him to a degree. Until then, he was happy that after what he had done to him at the disco, Mr. Asteroglou wouldn't at least be able to fuck the girl.
He turned his head to protect his eyes from the falling -and extremely realistic - shit and waited.
SINCE YESTERDAY, THE TEACHER CHARALAMBOS ASTEROGLOU HAS BEEN FORMING A MEDICAL PARADOX.
IN THE MORNING HE WAS FOUND BY HIS LANDLADY, LYING UNCONSCIOUS AND HE WAS TAKEN TO HOSPITAL WHERE THE DOCTORS IN ASTONISHMENT DIAGNOSED THAT HE WAS IN A STATE OF CONSTANT REM AND IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO WAKE UP.
THE DOCTOR MR.CHRISTODOULOS THEOS SAID: "THE ONLY THING WE CAN DO IS KEEP HIM ALIVE AND WAIT UNTIL HE WAKES UP. UNFORTUNATELY, THIS MAY HAPPEN IN SIX MONTHS - OR IT MAY NEVER HAPPEN AT ALL. I WOULD SAY THAT THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO. IT'S UP TO HIM!
