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     Back in the present, Duncan tried to focus, but there was nothing to latch on to -
all he could fathom was darkness all around. His eyes were too heavy and they closed
again. Duncan drifted off, for how long he could not guess. 
     His dreams that were memories came flooding back. He had left the bar around ten
o’clock and walked home to his flat. He had felt apprehension; he’d kept hearing those
words. And had he also hear some footsteps that weren’t his? He’d looked around several
times but saw nothing to disturb. Once he’d got home, he’d settled down and read for an
hour whilst listening to some music. But had that actually happened; or was it part of
this weird dream? He could still hear the sounds flowing around. The music was still
playing when he’d been struck by the smell.
     The smell!
     Duncan awoke again with a jolt. He was breathing fast, his body was sweating. He
remembered now. He’d been reading a magazine and listening to music then he’d heard a
noise behind him. Suddenly a handkerchief was smothering his face. The smell had made him
retch. 
     Then nothing...
     Nothing...
     Until this dream! 
     Or this hideous reality!
     ‘Please,’ Duncan prayed to any god that might hear him. ‘Please let it be a dream.’
     Duncan floated away. His brain was too groggy to make any sense. The music, the
smell, the laughter of his mates, all merged together along with the look on the man’s
face and his confidently spoken words.
     “I’m going to fuck you tonight – and I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve
ever come inside a cunt.”
     The words again tormented his mind. Then Duncan tensed... The man hadn’t said all of
that. Not in the toilet. And the voice seemed so real, even though this had to be a
dream.
     “Can you hear me?”
     The question smacked his brain and made it jolt. Yes! Yes, Duncan could hear him;
but he didn’t want to. He wanted to reach out and turn the voice off; he wanted to wake up
and find himself alone in his bedroom. He’d wanted to get an A for that essay, but he’d
only got a B. What the fuck is reality anyway? He thought he knew and had done a good job,
but there was obviously something he was missing.
     Duncan opened his eyes again. He thought his head was clearing, but everything was
strange. His eyes were definitely open but he couldn’t see a thing. He tried to get up so
he could find a light, but his body seemed too heavy to move. Perhaps he’d had an accident
and severed his spine! Perhaps he’d gone blind! Perhaps he’d suffered brain damage which
rendered him a vegetable who could do nothing other than hear voices in his head. Panic
set in. He tried out his vocal cords and a groan escaped his dry parched lips.
     “You’re awake then!”
     Yes! He might not have got an A, but he still knew what was real... That was the
same voice, and this was no dream.
     “HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP MEEEEE!”