„Will it be danger, relaxation, romance, mystery, absurdity…?, she concretized her question. He stopped thinking about her and answered.
„Today I want some relax, maybe with poetic flavour“, he said. His poetical self rejoiced.
„Okay, so number 15.“ Then he felt something cold in his hand and he realized that it was a key. Key to the room, key to relaxation. He will “sleep” and confidential wishes will manifest in a real dream. But could a dream be real?
„Thank you.“
„You’re welcome, Mr….?“ He was surprised that she didn’t know his name. Such a frequent visitor…
„Wall, Bernard Wall.“
„So, have a nice time, Mr. Wall.“
Bernard turned away from the reception and went upstairs. 12. 13. 14. 15. Like the hide-and-seek. Yes, he is the winner, he has found it. The room wasn’t as well hidden as a small child. Neither like a chameleon in his own glass home. Closed chameleon. And Bernard´s mind was also closed. He neither had a girl nor boyfriend, he was alone. Nevertheless, his mother pushed him to find someone and so he did - a house where you can dream. It was more than an ordinery girlfriend for him. He could relax there, he could live life of somebody else. People around him knew that he is a frequent visitor. But a frequent visitor to a brothel. Bernard knew that no one would trust him, so he didn’t even try to refute their speculations. The Dream house was his secret. Hidden in Bernard´s head, hidden in a small lane.
The eyelids fell down, limply and slowly, expecting something pleasurable. He lay in the bed, slept and dreamed. He dreamed about an island full of beautiful dancing girls. They had leis made of flowers around necks and skirts. He danced with them, like in a tropic paradise and he saw his troubles on a boat. They waved at him, leaving the dream world. He felt happiness in every part of his body just like you can feel warmth when you come, on a cold windy day, to a heated room and drink hot tea with a dram of rum. But then the atmosphere was suddenly broken. Something big and green came from the sea. A huge bean. Bernard was scared, girls screamed. He hated beans. He couldn’t watch Mr. Bean, he couldn’t write the world „bean“, he couldn’t eat it either. He started to scream as well. A red button on the reception desk started to flash, but nobody saw it. The woman, the not likeable woman, who had the responsibility for the visitors, was in the middle of varnishing her nails. So it was understandable that she couldn’t wake him up. Bernard scurried around the island, girls followed him. He fell into the sand, exhausted, and he closed his eyes. The only thing he saw, was the big green bean.
„Uaah“, he awaked, aghast and tired. A horrible dream.
„If there is anybody else than the strictly-looking woman, I’ll complain.“, he thought. Unfortunately, she sat behind the desk with the same cold face. Fear made him silent. He didn’t say anything. Oh, pardon me, in fact he said „bye“.
„Why don’t you take an example of your sister? She is so successful!“
„Mum, stop please.“
After some time, Bernard got accustomed to an easy equation. Work=stress. Dream house=ecstasy. The Dream house drove him into the trances. He stridden with the head in the clouds, thinking about adventures, which he has experienced. Now he was going to a Dream house three times a week. It worked like a magnet. Strong magnet. Bernard’s only extraordinary experiences came from the dreams, his life would be boring without those illusions. A world, where he cannot meet his mother, successful sister with her sweet children, his boss and other people who only want him to do something. He hated them.
„I love you.“
„I love you too, my darling.“ They looked at each other, hearts in eyes, hearts beating for each other. The film was shown, but nobody cared about it. She was perfect. Long black hair framed her lovely face, full lips were emphasized by the red colour. It looked like after eating the sponge cake with cherries. Anyway, she loved cherries. And of course she loved Bernard. Yet who knows, who was more appealing to her. Bernard or cherries? He was sometimes jealous of cherries. But I've heard Vivien´s assurance. She told him that he had much more qualities than cherries. And a better shape, of course.
Vivian and Bernard went out three times a week. It was like in a perfect dream. The only problem was, that their love was a dream. Vivian was a fiction and Bernard didn’t want to admit it. To himself, to themselves.
Bernard was writing long letters to her, he has painted a picture of her. He was in love with…something like a phantom. But, unfortunately he didn’t care about it. Seems weird? Yes…but he was probably happy. He knew special code for dreams with his dreamed-of woman and he did like the fact that he was not aware of other men, who were also in love with the beautiful and mystic Vivian.
„…and I met there a Messiah!“
„Sorry, who did you meet there?“
„The Messiah“.
„Are you sure? Shall I come there?“
„No, why? I am all right! Thanks, bye, greetings to dad.“
Bernard thought that nobody believes him. A circle of friends was violently minimized, his world shrank to him and imaginary Vivian. He couldn’t distinguish reality from dream.
His life found a new direction. For himself. Bernard appeared to be all right, but his home-folks would tell you something else. After a few strange stories, their opinion of him has absolutely changed. It was when Bernard came to his parents’ house with a gun, because he was convinced that they have fried chickens in the bath. Or when he ran away from the work, because he thought that there is a bomb in the fridge. Some regular brick warned him in a dream. At once it wasn’t the same Bernard, boring man without regular relation, it was a new person with exciting stories and unbelievable experiences. But they saw that it wasn’t normal. Bernard´s life resembled a ride on a roller-coaster. Up, down, up, down. He stopped visiting the Dream house and stayed at home. But the dreams have caught him. Bernard tottered between reality and illusions. Nobody asked him, what kind of dreams he wanted, danger, relaxation, romance, mystery, absurdity, everything - preferably all, together, please. Their love was over, cherries won. Tainted love with Vivian, exactly like in the Clash's song. He was gutted. He did not know who the two old people, who he heard in the phone, are, he was not sure whether he had sister or brother. Bernard got used to ghosts under the bed, monkeys on the lamp, Vivien's shoes on the kitchen unit and forfeiting bottles of vine (he probably drank them in a dream), but he was really surprised when his mother appeared in the door.
„Oh, you look terribly, what happened to you, Berny?“
„Nothing, I am okay…“
„No, you aren't, trust me, I am your mummy, so I shall know it best.“ She applied her sweet voice. But he did not want to hear her, he did not want to see her. He needed another dose of dreams. Dreams have destroyed his life. Cursed Dream house, it is its fault. Problem was that the Dream house would continue. Unlike Bernard. And why? Because his dreams have not come true.
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