IDEA - 8-25-2020
by
Patrick Ryan
1,558 Words
Depression, anxiety, or a general sense of malaise; these are some of the symptoms that people come to the Dewitt Clinic to address. The FDA does not approve their therapies, but they work, and they work fast, arrive in the morning, and you'll be giving a self-help seminar by the afternoon. Jane bumped into Bethany, an ex-coworker, who went to the clinic and quit the next day. She told Jane that she was never happier now that she went to Dewitt, and it was as if all had become clear. Jane was feeling down; she broke up with her boyfriend, work was stressful, and she had a hard time finding happiness. She decided to go to the clinic; they gave her a shot in her arm, collected a reasonably small fee, and told her to go and live her life. As soon as she came out of the clinic, a good-looking guy was having trouble fixing a flat tire on a leased Acura, it happened to be the same model she had, and her dad showed her a trick with the lug nuts. Jane made her way over there and knew just what to do; He was so fascinated by her that they made a date later in the day. She keeps her portfolio online for work; a small, independent business saw it, and they offered her twice her salary. Two days had gone by, and great things kept happening. However, right before she was about to sleep, she had a sleep hallucination, where she was a prostitute in a seedy heroin den. The next night she was having lesbian sex while being watched by people behind tinted glass; finally, on the third night, her dream had her smuggling drugs in a condom hidden in her butt. Researching these vivid dreams, Jane found out that hypnagogic hallucinations are a side-effect of Dewitt Clinic treatments. One woman online said the hallucinations were real, and that the positive things happening were the hallucinations. Fascinated, Jane went to see her, and she couldn't believe her eyes.
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