Within days, Dexter Phillips told me, he had
moved out of the flat he shared with his (albeit increasingly distant) girlfriend
and in with his student. It was an insane thing to do, something that was bound
to anger the University authorities if or (more likely) when they heard about it,
but the way he saw things there was no other choice. The dreams were so all
encompassing, so much part of his life, that to be near someone who understood
was all he could think of. He saw it as the sane thing for him to do.
Briefly he
asked about my relationship status. I told him that Julie was trying to be very
understanding, but didn’t really mention Alison. Even though I think she’s part
of all this, the strangeness of what’s happened with Alison seemed an aspect to
save for another day.
Before he was pushed, Dexter Phillips left the University
and immersed himself in the world of dreams. There are apparently conferences and forums
and get-togethers for dream seers, there are publications which exist both in print
and on the web, designed to help people interpret their dreams. He made himself
present in that world, told anyone who would listen what was happening in his
head – what was happening in his young girlfriend’s head – and gradually he found
people who’d had the same experiences, the very same dreams. Some came to him,
some he sought out – but gradually a group is moving together.
He has ten so far, including himself. I am the
eleventh.
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