Temporal Delusion

I tried but couldn’t stop laughing. Laughing in public when alone without a genuine reason could be a sure sign of insanity and I knew that but couldn’t just control myself.

Passers-by looked at me in disbelief as I danced occasionally too.

I knew something was wrong somewhere but…

I saw a man running. I didn’t know why he ran with briefcase in hand but I tried catching up with him, passed him and had to reduce my speed to keep pace with him.

He was amused. When he stopped at the bus stop, I ran past him.

I saw the car, my car, an Acura MDX and went to it.

I tried the door and it wasn’t opening. I moved back a little to check if I had got the wrong car. I tried again and again. As I stood there thinking of how to break in, a lady came. She was red with fury.

“What are you doing? Sticking your door keys in my key hole? Your cup is full today. Robber like you.” She ranted.

A second pop in my brain and she was my wife.

“Honey are you with the car key?” I asked moving towards her.

She stood aside, searched for something in her bag, brought her spray and a phone; phone on her left ear, spray and car key in the other hand.

I went to her, took the car keys after a little love fight during which I managed to dodge her spray. She rushed after me to stop me, calling for help. People gathered and looked on, but none bothered to help.

I pressed the remote control and the car responded. I jumped into it and opened the passenger’s door for her.

She stood in front of the car yelling. I was amused by her actions. She could be funny at times.

I moved the car a little forward, she stood aside. I stopped and opened the passenger’s door. She jumped in and we had another love fight.

I won.

I saw the police vehicle as I was driving away from the parking lot.

They were three of them aiming their guns at me.

“Why are they doing that?” I asked.

I stopped the car when I heard a gunshot. It was in the air. I opened the door and stepped down.

“Do not move. Put your hands in the air,” I looked at their mouths. I couldn’t make which one was speaking or whom he was talking to. But when I looked at the speaker’s keen eyes, I realized it had been me all along.

I moved towards them and brought out my hand for a shake.

“Stand still. Put your hands up in the air.”

I laughed hysterically.

“I will explain. I’m heading home to celebrate with my wife. She came to my office to give me the news. We’re moving to New Jersey” I said and looked back but the lady, my wife was gone. I searched and saw her standing behind the car.

“Oh! There you are,” I said and opened my arm and ran towards her to call her to testify. The Police followed me giving orders.

“Thanks for waiting,” I said to her but she moved back and hastened to safety.

“This is the best day of my life.” I said and looked around laughing.

I faced the crowd. Listen, everyone. We”re leaving for New Jersey right now. It’s going to be a long trip but don’t worry, we’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

Suddenly the paramedics launched at me. I wrestled until I slept off in their arms.

I woke up to see my self in chains. It was in a room. A lady with a familiar face was at my side crying.

“Why am I here? Who put this thing around my feet?” I asked, got up and advanced towards her in a brutal manner.

She pressed a button and they rushed in. I counted six of them all wearing scrubs.

“Don’t make me miss my flight to New Jersey. I won’t forgive you.” I shouted.

“Yes we know,” one of them said. “You’ll soon fly to New Jersey. It’s going to be a special flight.”

I laughed and nodded.

The needle went deep and I felt dizzy. I was in her arms, looking at her face. I smiled when she smiled looking down at me. We’re on a flight for two. To New Jersey.

I hoped it’s not happening in my dream world.

“Welcome back.” I heard a man’s voice. Initially it was his silhouette. Then all white. Then his form with lab coat. Then stethoscope. I guessed he was the flight doctor.

I smiled.


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