In Dreams Page #4

# Anyone else but me #

Why are you singing that?

Because you were singing that...

In your sleep.

How long have they been here?

They just got here.

This is Dr Silverman.

The psychiatrist.

Can you stop the dreams?

Well, we can start

by talking about them.

Has he killed another child?

You're here to get well,

not drive yourself crazy.

How many has he killed, Paul?.

- How many?

- There's a girl missing upstate...

but they're not sure

it's the same guy.

It is, and it's the same place.

- Someone was singing.

- You were singing.

No. Someone was singing through me.

That doesn't make sense.

Tell me about your dreams, Claire.

One's a little boy

in a drowning room, and uh...

And some of the others

are in this big room.

It's like a...orchard.

It's filled with apples.

I know there'll be more.

Could you leave us

together for a while?

- Will you make them go away?

- I'd like to try.

Mr Cooper, how is your marriage?

My marriage? It's fine.

I mean, as well as can be expected.

But you've asked to take her home.

Yes. She's my wife.

I'd like to care for her at home.

I want to know

that your home environment is stable.

It is. Our marriage is fine.

In that case, I agree.

Home might be the best place for her.

I'd like to be the judge of that.

We've got to realise that she's in

a state of suspended bereavement.

She's never had a chance to mourn.

Mary's come for the week.

Mary?

Yeah. Mary.

The housekeeper?

Your past life, Claire.

How are we gonna deal with it, Paul?.

Well, just day by day.

I feel like it all happened

to someone else.

I wish to God it had.

Like I'm some ghost,

looking down on myself.

What about her room?

I haven't been in there.

I'm gonna get the bags.

Claire?

Just go to sleep.

I know you've been dreaming

about me, Claire.

And I've been dreaming of you.

Oh! Ohh!

Jesus! F***ing...

It wasn't me, Paul.

It was a nightmare.

Don't give me "nightmare!"

You were wide awake and kissing me!

Aren't you taking medicine for them?

- It doesn't work.

- Look...

I will do just about anything

to get us through this, honey,

but you better tell me

what is going on in your head.

Paul, please, I can't talk about it.

You just bit through my f***ing lip,

and you can't talk about it?

- You're gonna talk to someone else!

- No! No.

Then you talk to me. Tell me!

He killed Rebecca. And he knows.

- He knows what?

- He knows I'm dreaming about him!

Oh, Claire.

- That is really crazy.

- I know.

He's in my head. Who are you calling?

Your doctors!

- They can't help me.

- Somebody has to. I can't!

I've used up all my leave.

- I gotta go to work.

- I've got to deal with it.

- I've got the medication and Mary.

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