The Office Dream

A Short Horror

I was in some sort of office. An office that was like the therapist’s office that they show in older movies; soft lighting, bookcases everywhere, and small tchotchkes on the desk and shelves, and small nook for sitting or other things. For some reason I was there, and the doctor had someone else in his office. A woman. I didn’t see her, but I heard him talk about her and refer to her like she was there. The doctor was a mix of the doctor who haunts my memories and the guy who made me hate Superman. He had a long, gaunt face – his cheeks were sunken, and it was emphasized by his trimmed beard and large eyes. Things flashed, time was off and I was suddenly in one of those closet-sized alcoves. Coming out of some kind of contraption on the wall was a smaller piece – it looked like a hybrid of an electric pencil sharpener and an appliance that would be on an inventor’s floor. There was a concave opening with silver markings. The machine whirred softly. The doctor walked behind me in the office, I could hear him and some papers rustling. There was the smell of an apartment I used to visit when I was a child – it was an old bachelor’s apartment that was filled with books and old records.

He told me to begin. My cock was out and half-hard. I put it into the concave opening of the machine and felt an electric jolt that started at my penis and echoed through to my teeth. It felt like sticking my finger into a light socket, but it wasn’t my finger or a light socket. Again and again he had me do this, in between he would have me masturbate just enough to keep myself at least half-erect. The intensity of the shocks increasing. It is fuzzy when he would refer to the woman in the office, but it was here and there.

Something happened after one of the shocks. Something was coming out of the tip of my penis. It was long and thin, and solid. I grabbed it and pulled. It came out in a single long piece, it was slick and slimy. When it came out all the way it left a few strands sticking out from my urethra. I grabbed the strands and tugged. I felt it pulling deep inside me – at the base of my penis and in my testicles. It felt like I was pulling on the sinew of my insides. I pulled out the strands, they looked like noodles partially covered in a watery tomato sauce. More and more came, I pulled them out, yanking them out by the fistful and feeling it in my organs.

The doctor got mad. I was throwing the nerve-noodles on the floor. He told me that was “repulsive” and to “get a trash can” and how could I throw that on the floor while “she” was eating – again, he referred to a woman I couldn’t see. I ignored him and pulled more and more out – tearing it out from the opening at the tip of my dick, and I remember the opening expanding to let so much of it out. The sound of it tearing off sounded like hair when it is broken.

Suddenly I was in an old building. A Spanish sort of hacienda by a park. The walls were huge holding up a ceiling 100 feet off the ground and walls that seemed to go on forever. The park was beautiful, green grass and a pond. It was Balboa Park, by the Lily Pond. I could hear the echoes of people walking and the pieces of their voices that came together to make a natural white noise.

My grandmother was there. She was younger than I last remember her. She looked good, clean and bathed, clear-eyed. She walked up to me from around a corner. “I’m your ride, kiddo,” She said. Even her teeth looked good – she wore dentures in real life, so that was new. I smiled and walked with her. I remember her asking what she’d missed and telling me about a jukebox that she liked. I wanted to tell her about Pedro’s jukebox and how he had it in his kitchen – cracked me up – but I was ashamed that I couldn’t remember the name of the company that made the jukebox (Wurlitzer), I couldn’t even remember Pedro’s name in the dream. I saw her smile, I saw her laugh but I didn’t hear it. I can’t remember what it sounds like. We walked in a dream-state blur.

I woke up.