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One The Beginning

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Diary of Doctor Sara Belkin
guess you could call my research an obsession. Well rst off let me start by asking this to simmer in your mind for the time being; What do a Dream Psychologist, a serial killer and an Police Homicide have in common? Well... I will get to that later, much later. I am working on the project that has been worked on many times in the past, Lucid Dreaming, which is the ability for one to control their dreams. However I am taking it one step further, I am going into deeper levels of dreaming, and of then there is the side experiment to the already side experiment; Linked dreaming. Allowing one to three members to link dreams together. It is not easy, but when people successfully do it together, it turns out to be an extraordinary phenomena. However it takes much concentration and a way to link peoples minds together, such as a DMA or Dream Modulation Apparatus is what I have strived so long to create. However that is beyond the point at this time. January forth, Detective Axel Brockton of the New York Police. I am at the house of Alice Miller, who lays in her bed, dead. There is no sign of a struggle, no blood, or forced entry, which bafes me the most. Alices doors and window were not open, because the door had to be forced open by police when they had arrived. The only other one in the apartment was her ve year old boy Elias... Nothing that could be used as weapons have signs of blood, however a few suspected will be taken into analysis. I personally think the results will come up null. This was Detective Axel Brockton of the NYPD who had been on cases such as this for over three years. No doubt they were indeed connected, yet how? How has this serial killer gone unnoticed, and why is there no signs of struggle or forced entry, it bafes many, yet the news embellishes as the media tends to do, making it much more violent. So. The police chief Garber approached Axel, Brockton, do we think it was a suicide? He asked. Are you blind or stupid? He asked lighting a cigarette. Do you see any sort of weapon around her that would warrant a suicide? He asked being a smart ass. Well

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unless she got the weapon, sliced her fucking neck as we see, died, got up and hid it. But where is the weapon? We have combed this place, turned it inside fucking out. Geesh. Garber said. No need to be so goddamn blunt and rude. Either way, We have no record of Alice being in any sort of trouble. She was an upstanding citizen. She was a Waitress. Taking a drag off his Marlbro, then exhaling, Axel said Well my photographer is taking pictures of this place, every nook and cranny. So if there is something we dont notice here, I will under a magnifying glass. Later on that night, Axel popped open a glass of Jack Daniels aged Bourbon, and put the photos under his magnifying glass. This is too damn weird he said to himself. No signs of anything, He picked up the phone and called the police Chief Garber . Garber , its Axel of the NYPD . he said greeting Garber Yeah, whats up, nd anything? Garber asked. Not-a one thing. He responded, In all actuality, this wound is cauterized, and the blood that is there, on the inside of the neck is coagulated.Which is weird enough. I mean there is no blood Now here is the tug on the old short and curlys, he took a sip off his bourbon and continued, She was at work today. It was a normal day for Alice. Any word from the kid? Actually yeah. Garber responded. The kids pretty broken up. And the lie detecter proved his innocence in this whole ordeal. Man, the kids ve years old. Axel said. Do you really think a ve year old could murder someone? He asked, The kids probably scared shitless by now, there is no need to scare him even more with all of your stupid gadgets. We ought to be working on nding the damn crooked fuck who did this. Axel looked up to see the TV the news was on. Hey turn on the news channel two. He said to Garber . The TV reporter was interviewing Garber on the spot about the days mystery murder.; Now tell me what was the situation here? She asked Garber . Well Garber said rubbing his chin. We are not quite sure what to make of this scene, I mean there were no signs of entry, and no signs of a struggle whatsoever. But to us right now those factors are inconclusive, they could mean that the guy who did this was a pro, but we have full task force out and about looking for him or her. Do you have any leads? the reporter asked. Look, Garber halted her. I would love to talk more about this, but I dont want to jump to conclusion, give out wrong information, or release any information that I should not. he said than began to walk away. OFFICER Garber ! She called him back. What was the weapon used in this murder, and have you seen any nger prints. Even if I had any of that information, I would not give it to you. He said. The cameraman and reporter followed him past the yellow tape. He turned to see them. Hey! He yelled Get those fucking cameras out of here! He yelled. Ofcer, its America, its freedom of the press. Then the camera went out.

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There goes your job. Axel said. Either way I dont know what to make of this. Im going to do more research. he said. Then hung up He rubbed his face and said What the fuck, what the fuck... what the FUCK! -

Part2 Second Reality

His phone rang, scaring him, nearly knocking him out of his chair. This time it was Dr. Sara Belkin. H-hello? Axel asked Detective Brockton? she asked. Yeah who is this? Axel responded promptly. My name is Doctor Sara Belkin, She said lightly, I think I can help your case, do you like coffee? Yeah, but... Axel started to say than was interrupted. Meet me at the Starbucks in Yonkers. She said In one hour if you want information. I will be there What the hell information could a doctor have about a murder or even a possible suicide? Axel thought to himself. Either way, he was interested in any information that could lead to the sick fuck. He hopped in his car, and drove to the Starbucks. A woman sat out side, assuming she was the contact, he asked Doctor Belkin? He held out his badge. She sipped her coffee and then said I was not sure what you would order, but I took the liberty of ordering you a plain coffee. pushing a cup his way. Thanks, He said. But down to business. He paused. As of right now I have nothing to go by. Say what kind of doctor are you by the way? He asked. Sarah looked up at him, I am a dream psychologist. She said. I analyze dreams, and I have been working on something called Lucid dreaming. She said. Axel had a confused look on his face. Lucid.......... dreaming? He asked. What the fuck is that? She pulled out a le, Look here, it will explain it, Axel read over the le as Doctor Sarah continued. It is the ability for one to control their dreams. Look. Axel said. This would make a great fantasy story, but this is not a Fairy Tale. This is real life, you cant control your dreams. He said handing her back the le. Besides what would be the point in controlling your dreams? She pulled out a diary, Well say for instance one of my patients has a dream where uhh, She paused for a good thirty seconds Say they have a reoccurring dream where they are being chased by a demon, simply for examples sake without giving patient information. I try to gure out why, and in the end I teach them this Lucid Dreaming

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tactic, where they face the Demon and gure out why, or what they are scared of. She sipped her coffee yet again. But I have held group sessions that I link people together, and they go into the same dream, it is a side experiment. In layman's terms it is a machine I hook them up to called a DMA or Dream Modulation Apparatus, that reads their brainwaves and I am able to see how people can link dreams together. However one of my DMAs went missing one night. They are not as large as they seeem. So what does this have to do with the murders? Axel asked. Well the DMAs have aws.She warned. When someone uses it with a group, their dreams can be linked together, and it almost becomes a second reality. I have used it before with two people, but they have not seen me in a while. I have a new study group now, whos dreams have been linked to the past DMA subjects. Axels face was pricelessly confused and Sarah could tell. Dont you see? She asked, DMA users are always connected. Once someone uses the DMA, they are always connected to it. Yet I cant gure out why, or how. And the victims of these murders, she sipped her coffee, and tried to think of a way so that she did not seem guilty- but there was no way. They had all used the Dream Modulation Apparatus. You do realise what you are saying could land you in questioning, on trial, and possibly in prison right? Axel asked. No matter how much I do not believe you personally, it really is not my say. He sipped his own coffee. Look, you are crazy if you really think I believe you. He said. You have to. Sarah said. You, yourself said that you have nothing to go by, I am giving you something to go off of. Some sort of lead, no matter how much you do not believe, but it does exist. IT MAY EXIST! Axel yelled BUT IT IS HIGHLY IMPOSSIBLE! IT IS NOT EVEN PLAUSIBLE! he yelled once more. Look, with the information you told me, I am going to tell Police Cheif Garber. Expect police at your door, and severe questioning. He reached into his pocket pulling out his wallet. Thanks for the coffee, but how much was it? Five? Six dollars? He threw a wadded up bunch equalling seven dollars on the table and left. As he was driving back to his apartment in the Broadway, New York. he thought to him self That woman was beyond crazy. If she does not end up in Prison, surely a mental hospital. He scaled up to his top oor apartment and threw his phone on the couch and thrust his own butt on the couch next to it. He leaned forward burying his face in both palms. He slid his palms down and looked blankly at the powerless television. God, that bitch was crazy. He said to himself pouring a glass of Bourbon, soon he was asleep on the couch. He though of what the Doctor had said, and how crazy it seemed. A dream machine that linked peoples dreams together, in his own dreams, he wondered how the hell it would work in the rst place. It seemed highly implausible in the rst place, yet at the same time seemed possible in the nearing future. -

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His phone began to vibrate waking him up, someone was calling him. He picked it up and simply and blankly said Brockton. Brockton! A familiar voice said Thank god you picked up, its Garber, Oh, any news? Axel asked. None yet, you? Garber asked. Yeah, He laughed, If you count the ramblings of some crazy bitch from Yonkers news at all. he said. Well some lead is better than none. He said. Even if it is from some loon. Look I got evidence to survey, so why did you call? Axel asked. I doubt it was just to chat my ear off. He said, yet somehow he knew he would regret even asking that. You are not going to like this news, Garber said grimly. Of course, more shit to ruin my day he thought. Your brother, Daniel is dead. Pain immediately swept over Axel. I think youd better get over to his house now. There is something you have to see. Driving right now was something that Brockton did not want to do, shock overwhelmed him in the sense that his brother was young, much more so than him. Brockton was 39 years old, his brother Daniel was only 30. The fact that someone would commit a cold blooded murder against an upstanding Lawyer like him... he was not a crooked one either, he was the type that defended people that really needed it, the innocent crew. In Long Island, he rushed up the Daniels house, Garber sat there on the glider chair What was it that I needed to see? He asked full of sorrow. A grim look grew on Garbers face as he handed him a letter, We had to open it, because it was un addressed and we thought it may be a clue, such as a threat to him. It read; To My Brother- Axel Brockton, I am sorry what has been done, I have either killed myself, or died because of these dreams I have been having. They were driving me fucking crazy, man. This man kept chasing me, yeah? He had a gun, and in these dreams, no matter where I hide, he keeps nding me. And they feel so real. It is getting harder and harder to tell the difference between the dreams and reality, you know? So please forgive me for this either way it had happened.Tonight in my dreams if it really is a dream, I am going to face this fucker and beat him. If I can. I have been having these odd dreams lately so I went to see a Dream Psychologist, her name is Doctor Sarah Belkin. I also wanted to try something with her that I had read about, its a machine called the DMA. About four weeks later these killer dreams started. Other than death, I dont know what to do. I have not seen Sarah in about two weeks. She has tried to call me, but I ignore her. You know me and conict. To any ofcers reading this, please call my brother, he is a Detective named Axel Brockton Regrettably Signed,

Garber took me into the house and in the room, he was laying in bed same as the last, only this time, in Daniels case, he had a bullet exit wound in his head.

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See, bullet wound... Garber said. Funny thing is, the wound is clean, no blood splatter, except for a little secretion on the head. And look. He put on gloves and turned the corpse of Daniel over. Oh the thought of this was horrible to Axel, to him even turning over the body was deling his now dead brother. The bullet exited here, it looks clearly like an exit wound, yet again, no blood. GARBER! Axel yelled. I am not blind. He said continuing, I am a mother fucking Homicide Detective. I get paid to do this shit. When Axel got frusterated, swears ew from his mouth if you were not able to tell by now Listen to this though, Garber said. We have combed this place upside down there is literally no trace of a bullet, and nou sounds- no holes in the wall, oor ceiling. And the neighbors heard nothing, saw nothing. Mrs. Carter next door, she is like the neighborhood watchdog and she saw nothing, again heard nothing. So unless the killer took the bullet with them then walked out into thin air, I do not know what the hell is going on. He said. He popped a cigarette in his mouth and said Ill be right back, I have to call someone. Still holding the cigarette in his mouth while reaching for his lighter and cell. He lit his cigarette on the way out and dialed Sarahs number. Thankfully she answered; Doctor Sarah Belkin She said. Sarah, its Brockton. He said. She began to speak, but Axel had cut her off You have some explaining to do. This DMA device you are talking about... well rst off my brother, Daniel Brockton is dead. And he mentioned your name two times in what appears to be a suicide note. Axel said in a scornful tone. I am so sorry. She said. But what does this have to do with me? She asked. Yeah he was a patient of mine. And yeah, he did use the DMA. I tried to contact him after a ve days of having not seen him. But still. DUDE! Youre fucking name was in his letter, I am going off leads. He was shot, clean in the head there is an entry and exit wound, the bullet went out and there is no goddamned bullet. He said. Silence followed this statement. Hello?! He asked. Are you still there? More silence followed but this time shorter, Yeah, I am still here, I was thinking. Anyway, look I am sorry for your loss she said. I think the killer is using the DMA to kill people in their dreams, thats the only thing that I can think of. He pulled the cellphone from his ear wailed his arms about, stomping his feet, mockingly throwing his phone. LOOK! ENOUGH WITH THIS DMA BULL SHIT. THIS IS A HIGHLY CONCENTRATED KILLER, THEY THINK OF EVERY ASPECT OF THE PREMEDITATED MURDER! He yelled IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOME DREAM DEVICE! AND THIS IS NOT FUCKING NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET! AND WE ARE NOT CHASING FREDDY GODDAMN KRUGAR! Sarah interrupted him to say SORRY! But Brockton, you are being very unreasonable here. I am on my way over I am quite literally around the corner, I got a call from Ofcer Garber. And she hung up.

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A Silver 2009 Lexus GX 470 SUV drove up to the curb, Sarah got out saying Let me see the body. Axel grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away. She threw his hands down and said LOOK! You said you had nothing to go off of with this case, I fucking gave you something. She said violently. I told you in condence about the Dream Modulation Apparatus. Yet you said I was crazy. He gritted his teeth and threw his cigarette to the middle of the street. Sarah, people dont just waltz into dreams and kill other people. What other ideas have you got? She asked. Axel wanted to believe her, hence a dumbfounded look on his face. Youve got nothing. she said. NOTHING! To go on. You He said. It HAS to be you. He said. Youre name was mentioned in this letter. Doctor Sarah Belkin it says. Doctor Sarah Belkin, isnt that your name? He asked in a smart ass tone mocking her? Huh? Yes it is. She said. And he was a patient of mine, but you cant possibly believe that I murdered the guy. Axel grabbed his temples with his index and thumb ngers and said. Daniel... DANIEL! He screamed. HIS FUCKING NAME IS DANIEL! That is my brother in there, he said pointing the house. DONT EVER CALL HIM THE GUY UNLESS YOU ARE SAYING DANIEL BROCKTON ATTORNEY AT LAW HES THE FUCKING GUY! Hearing the ruckus outside; Garber came outside holding a taser, BROCKTON! CALM DOWN! He said loudly Dont make me use this. What Garber? He asked You are really going to taze an old school pal? he asked in a monotone voice. Garber continued to point the taser at AxelYou are not yourself right now man. He said I will if I have to. He pointed towards Sarah, Its her, if anyone is killing anyone it has to be Sarah. Axel, Garber said. We have checked many alibis of hers, all check out, we even have security camera evidence of her in a Target store. Axel threw his hands up as if saying GREAT! Whatever yet said not a word. AXEL! CALM DOWN! He turned back to Garber. Axel held his hands down motioning Garber to calm down. Im cool, He said. Put the taser down, and lets talk rationally. Garber nodded his head, I dont think so, He said. And you are not in a rational state of mind right now. Trying to comfort him he continued to say. And I understand that man, your brother was murdered in cold blood. I should have never asked you to come, I should have taken that letter for evidence. I would have done something more irrational if I had not seen it and I knew you did that to me man. A voice came over Garbers walkie, We got another one, and it looks like the same killer Garber. You want it? Or should we send another ofcer? I got it. He said. Not thinking he asked, Do we have conrmed identication? Harker, Joanna, Harker. The dispatcher said.

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Thats another one of my patients. Sarah said. Axel threw his hands WHAT THE FUCK MAN! WHAT IS GOING ON! He cried out, Its you Sarah, he said. You! You and your stupid dream linking apparatus thing. He said looking for a Scapegoat. You made my brother do it. No! Sarah said. I did not. Daniel opted to do it, I never, guratively speaking, held a gun to his head and told him he had to. She said. He got in his car, and sped off in a really pissed off mood. Getting back to his apartment, he could not gure out if Sarah was correct in what she was saying or if she was just blowing smoke out her ass. He wanted to believe, yet at the same time he was such a skeptic. His phone rang. WHAT!? He yelled. yet no one answered there was only breathing on the other line. He looked at the number, not paying any mind to the road, it said Dano which is what he called his brother. What the? Forgetting for the moment that he was actually driving he looked up into his rearview mirror to see that he had blown at least three stop signs, then he looked ahead and saw a car at a four way stop, who was honking at him HOLY SHIT! He screamed. And everything went black. He awoke to the humming sound of uorescent lights. He was in a hospital. A nurse stood over him checking and reporting his vital signs. What happened? He asked. Where am I? directing the question at the nurse. She looked down. Finally awake I see, She said. Good thing too, we thought you might be out. You are in St. Francis Hospital in Roslyn, New York. The doctor said. You seem to be doing just ne... Oh you had a visitor. she said. A psychologist in fact. She pulled out a letter. She said to give you this. Axel Brockton, We need to talk in a serious manner. Your brother I am sorry, his death was possibly my fault, yes, because of my DMA. However it was his choice. Blame me all you want, but I am involved in this, and I wish to become part of the investigation because it is my fault that the killer is on the loose incognito. I feel I can help in ways that no other Agency can. Please call me. I will do anything within my power to help avenge your brothers unjust death. There was no signature, so in short it was a note. Am I ne to leave the hospital? He asked. The nurse smiled looking at papers in his le Well, the only thing you really did was bump your head on your steering wheel. We wanted to keep you under observation for twenty four hours to be sure you do not have a concussion. She looked back up at him, It appears you are ne to go. Can I get my clothes? He asked. It was a Giorgio Armani Suit. Why was that relevant? He asked himself. -

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She walked out to get his things. After Brockton was dressed, he went to the Check In/ Check Out desk. Uh excuse me, He dawned the attention of the clerk, the lady looked up and smiled as if saying Yes? He said Brockton, Axel Brockton. I am checking out and paying any bill or Co-Pay He said pulling out his wallet, After pulling up his le, she looked at him and said Thank you Mr. Brockton, but it has already been paid for by one Sarah Belkin. Well what do you think of that? he thought to himself. The crazy doctor paid for my co-pay? Well thanks. he said, So am I free to go? Yes you are sir, have a nice day.