Brian discovers he’s what’s called a Dreamer, a very rare gift from their lineage. While watching the tapes, he learns that the doctor was able to take away the dreams so he wouldn’t be afraid. But when he turned 15, the dreams would start again and couldn’t be contained.
“What I intend to do is two fold—I will block the memories of the dreams so he won’t be haunted by them. I will also take away the fear of sleeping.”
“Can’t you keep him from dreaming?” Miles asked.
Beauchamps glanced at him, shocked. “If I do that, he’ll go mad. A person must dream. I can’t stop them, nor would I, even if I could. But I can do what I said. He’ll grow to be a man without the fear. Once he matures, the ability will come back. Then nothing can be done. He will learn to master it or he’ll lose his mind.” The doctor spread his hands, shaking his head.
“Do what you can,” Maribelle Casey said. “Please! I can’t listen to him scream another night. I can’t bear to sit with him at night, having him cry himself to sleep.”
Dr. Beauchamps nodded. He dimmed the lights. “Sit over there.” He pointed to the far side of the room, deep in shadow. “Brian, I want you to look here,” he said softly, his voice dropping an octave.
Brian focused on an object that the doctor held. It was a bright, clear crystal similar to the one he wore under his shirt. It caught the light, refracting it into brilliant spectra and light-birds.
The doctor spoke in a soothing baritone, speaking in a language that Brian didn’t know. The image of the boy stared at the crystal, watching as it swung and spun in Dr. Beauchamps’ hand. A happy smile wreathed his features as he gazed at it, wide eyed. Soon, a joyful sigh escaped him. Dr. Beauchamps put the crystal around his own neck, dropping it under his shirt. He straightened up, his face serene.
“He’s unafraid now,” he told the Caseys in a quiet, gentle voice. “He’ll sleep on the way home in the car and wake without any knowledge that he was here. When he wakes from his nap, he’ll feel happy and free from fear. Bedtime won’t scare him, nor will the dreams. Though he’ll continue to dream, they will not disturb his slumbers.”
“Thank you,” Maribelle said quietly, not wanting to startle her son. “How can we repay you for this?”
Dr. Beauchamps smiled at them. “When the time comes, help train my boy. He’s four years older than Brian and has quite an affinity for telekinesis.”
“Really?” Maribelle smiled. “Wonderful! Miles can help with that. It’s one of his gifts.”
“Excellent. Everything should be fine, but if you notice anything unusual about his sleeping habits or lapses of memory, call me immediately.”
“We will. Thank you,” Miles said, shaking Dr. Beauchamps’ hand.
The family left. The doctor walked over to the hidden camera. Reaching for it, he turned it off and the screen went black.
Brian expelled a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Wow!” He couldn’t think of another way to express what he was feeling.
“Now you know why you can’t remember your dreams,” Jordan said quietly. “But you still have nightmares.”
“My dreams are incredibly vivid,” Brian admitted. “I don’t always have nightmares, but they seem to be more frequent now. And he was right. They started the night of my birthday.”
“Do you think you could train yourself to remember and write them down like Edgar Cayce did?” Heath asked.
“No idea. I never tried. I guess I could. Maybe I should put a voice activated recorder in my room when I sleep.”
“I have one of those,” Heath said proudly. “I use it for client interviews. We can get it from my office and set it up.”
“That would be great,” Brian admitted. “But it still doesn’t get us any closer to how we fight Deidrich or if he’s the main bad guy.”
“Maybe your dad said something in his notes,” Jordan suggested.
“Maybe so. I keep wondering if that was the only hiding place. I can’t imagine my dad putting all his valuables in the same spot. Things he didn’t want even my mom to find, for example, might be somewhere else. We need to check all the walls for another spot for that key.”
“Why do you think that they’d all be hidden the same way?” Jordan asked.
“If something works, stick with it. Even if the hiding places are revealed, who says the combinations are the same? I’m willing to bet there’s more to it than just that one place.”
“Do you want to start up here?” Heath asked.
“I don’t know,” Brian admitted. “What do you all think?”
“We could each take a different floor,” Jordan suggested. “One in the basement, one here and one upstairs.”
That sounded like a good suggestion. Jordan put the key back in its hiding place and they each took a flashlight and struck out for different parts of the house. Heath volunteered to take the basement, since Brian and Jordan weren’t too keen on being down there alone. Brian took the top floor while Jordan examined the ground floor. If they didn’t find anything, they’d explore the attic together.
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