I figured I'd explain who "He" is. Though I don't quiet understand who he is myself, I'll try my best to explain.
The Practitioner, that's what he goes by. I don't know his or it's name. I say he because It appears masculine, figure and voice tell it all. He's odd to understand. His way of helping is hurting. Though he's aware that he's inflicting pain whether it be mentally or physically, he believes that it's the only way to help. He enjoys hurting people, and the people he hurts enjoy it too, which is why they always come back to him. Implying he has other patients is alarming because Isn't it my dream? Who else could you be "helping" if not only me? In that case I'd have to assume that maybe it's my mind making it up or he isn't a dream, and there are others..Anyways. The last time I saw him, we didn't conversate. He simply said, "I see you've returned." As if I'm imagining him willingly, if I'm 'imagining" at all. His hand grazed my skin and it felt so comforting to watch it melt. To feel the sting, like hot grease being poured on to me. I couldn't help but smile, I think it was a smile. The only thing that assures me that these are dreams is the fact I slowly forget them just as quickly as any other. That I'm glad, frankly I don't want to remember.
