Chapter 3-2

There sometimes comes a point in a dream where reality and the world of dreams collide, sometimes they cross over, harmlessly, other times they collide like a wreaking ball hitting a green house. I've only ever had one dream in my life, I've had it time and again but it's the same dream, it never changes apart from one small detail. I'm at my own funeral and the people there are my family and friends, the weird thing is when I was younger some of the faces were blurry, like in a documentary, as I have got older the faces have become clear and they are people I've met over the years, Jane was never there, towards the end of the dream there is always 3 loud bangs, then I wake up. This time my dream collided the 3 loud bangs turned into a banging on my door, I opened my eyes and listened, was it just the dream? There it was again, bang, bang, bang on my door. "Come on mate, open up." Came Chad's desperate tones, slightly muffled by the thickness of the solid pine door, "Don't make me break it down." he pleaded with me. I chuckled to myself just for a second, Chad was strong but even he could not manage that! 

"Piss off" I screamed at the top of my voice, suddenly there was an almighty crash as the door flew open and off one of its hinges, pieces of wood flew splintered everywhere, dust billowed and I saw two of the three locks smash against the opposite wall of the room, Chad triumphantly stepped into the room and stood at the bottom of my bed holding a military grade enforcer, you know the type they use to smash down doors in raids. Looking very proud of himself I stared at the enforcer with a puzzled look, then we both looked knowingly at each other. "Morris." we both said in unison. He dropped the enforcer to the floor and walked back to the door, "I've gotta get myself one of these." he said laughing, but I was in no mood to join in, I pulled the covers over my head and hid. "Come on mate," he repeated " we are really all worried about you, you need to get out." I emerged from the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, I started to remove the cap, Chad ran across and snatched it from my hand. "That" he said "is not going to help". I swore at him and walked to the window, I could just about see Morris sitting in Chad's car, I turned to face him. "I understand your worried" I said in the most reasonable tone I could muster, "but really, just piss off and leave me alone." Chad shook his head and put a hand on my shoulder, he looked deep into my eye then in a low tone he spoke, "mate, I'm really, really sorry." I was confused, "for what?" I replied. "for this" was his response. I vaguely remember Chad's fist heading towards me, but that's all, as I hit the floor.