Freudian Sleep

Freudian Slip (n): a slip of the tongue that is motivated by and reveals some unconscious aspect of the mind.

I looked at my watch and its already 1 hour since we departed from the train station. I couldn’t really tell where I was right now. I visited UK with my girlfriend of 2 years and we just got back from visiting London which was our top list of destination because we had wanted to see the infamous Platform of 9 3/4 at King’s Cross Station from the Harry Potter’s book.

I fell asleep.

“I really need to pee right now” Lisa shook my shoulder gently and she put her cold hand on my cheek.

Visiting London on winter time wasn’t really a good idea but we had to do that since January was the only time that both of us could take a break from working.

I nodded and after putting her glove back, she disappeared to the endless hallway of the train that would take us to our next destination.

“people don’t really care about other’s people business in this place, you might be dying on the street or cheating from your wife, they wouldn't say a thing” Lisa said. She referred to this young couple not far from our seat kissing.

“I guess in one way it is true but nobody is truly “not care” they would care to some degree, it’s just everybody have a certain things that they would be curious of and other things that they don't care about” I replied.

“I guess here, who are you kissing doesn't really matter, it’s your business” Lisa said.

“Then, we are probably don’t really fit here since we talk about people that we don’t know of” I said and She smiled.

I fell sleep for the second time.

We were entering a tunnel and the absence of light waked me up. I couldn't feel a single soul around us and I check on Lisa who was still sleeping next to me. I got out from our compartment and realized that not a single soul around us, only empty compartments.

“has it always been this empty?” i thought to myself.

After checking several compartments I got back to ours to find Lisa already awoke.

“i feel like the train is slowing down, have we arrived?”

“i dont think so, this train trip should last around 6 hours and this is not even half of it” i said.

“then why are we slowing down?” she said. i could feel her voice trembling as she asked me that question that i didn't know the answer of.

The train completely stopped.

As the door opened, we stepped out of the train to platform on the station that didn’t have a single writing on it that could probably help us figuring out where we were right now.

We decided to go out as I felt like staying on the station without any writings and a train with no people on it was not a good idea.

We had walked several minutes near the train station and we hadn't met anybody. I felt Lisa’s hand holding my arm. it’s getting stronger and i couldn't tell if it’s because of the winter cold or she felt something really bad had befallen us.

“i can see a light at the end of that street” Lisa pointed out a shabby looking house with two big trees in front of it. There was little light peeking from it’s window and even though it was not a good idea coming to that house but it was probably our best shot to at least meet a person.

knock, knock!

“ good evening, we are tourist from far away, is anyone at home?” i tried to sound as harmless as possible because i myself wouldn't want to open a door to someone i didn't’ know.

We heard a big and loud creaking sound from inside of the house and sounds of little step coming toward the door. we waited. The sounds of key was being put inside the lock of the door and with single turn the door opened.

This lady with a familiar face stood in front of us and i don’t know what is this feeling that rushing to my chest moved me toward this lady. I choked her neck as if she had unleashed all the evil in the world, as she is the source of unhappiness of my soul.

then i woke up from my dream… Sweating…

i checked the clock and it was still 2 in the morning. I checked my wife who was sleeping soundly next to me.

i didn't know how many times has it been. I have been dreaming the same dream over and over again.

the dream of killing my wife.