The Dream
or
Erozeno’s Contribution to Psychiatric Medicine
Setting: Erozeno lies on a chaise lounge in the office of Doctor Eva B. Freud, Cognitive mis-Behavioral Specialist. He wears a Dead Kennedys concert T-shirt (Jello Biafra-era) and a beach towel around his waist. Clad only in black lace stockings and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle® headband, Doctor Freud sits in her office chair opposite Erozeno. Her legs are crossed as she takes notes. The music of Tom Waits (“Heartattack and Vine”) fills the background.
EROZENO
Am I crazy Doctor Freud?
DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD
Please tell me about your dreams.
EROZENO
I have only one.
DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD
I’d love for you to tell me about it.
EROZENO
Electromagnetic waves fill my body. My soul flies forward at the speed of light. Earth crashes and burns around me. Apocalyptic light blinds my vision. Searing heat chars my flesh, but somehow I am unharmed…
DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD
Please go on.
EROZENO
Redemption explodes around me. It’s within my grasp, but it always eludes me. I can sense it. I can see it, but I can’t touch it. I can’t feel it. I can’t embrace it.
DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD
(Laughs hysterically)
EROZENO
(Sits up) Why are you laughing? (Frantically) Am I crazy Doctor Freud?
DOCTOR EVA B. FREUD
(Uncrosses her legs, leans forward, and whispers in Erozeno’s ear) On the contrary, I think your dream is sexy…
© 2016, Erozeno