Part 1. the clown chapter 63 dream interpretation
A few steps forward, Klein saw the guest who came to divination, he wore a black formal dress, holding a gold-encrusted wooden staff, wearing a half-height bowler hat, short blonde hair from the edge of the tenacious exposure, the tip of the nose slightly curved, as if the beak of an eagle.
Anna’s fiancé …… the Joyce Maier …… who has undergone a terrible ordeal Klein, who has seen the other party in the “dream divination”, immediately smiled and spoke:
”Good afternoon, Mr. Myer.”
”Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti.” Joyce took off her bowler hat and bent down to bow, “Thank you for pointing out to Anna, she’s been praising your wonders and can barely stop talking.”
Klein chuckled:
”I haven’t changed anything, it’s you yourself who should be thanked, you can’t overcome those doom and gloom without tenacity and a desire for good.”
After being polite, he couldn’t help but inwardly spit:
This is sort of a business mutual admiration, isn’t it?
”Frankly speaking, I still feel dreamy about coming back alive, and still can’t believe that I was able to break through that one doom and gloom after another.” Joyce shook his head with emotion.
Not waiting for Klein to say more, he asked curiously:
”You knew who I was as soon as you saw me just now, is it because my nose is so distinctive, or did you divine my visit in advance?”
”I have your details, and that’s enough for a diviner.” Klein answered with deliberate vagueness, posing as a diviner.
Joyce was really shocked, and it took about ten seconds before he piled on a smile and said:
”Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you for divination.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly noticed something:
Mr. Klein Moretti called himself a diviner, not a soothsayer, a soothsayer!
”Okay, let’s go to the citrine room.” Klein made a gesture of invitation.
At this time, he inexplicably felt that he should wear a long black robe and talk as little as possible to reflect the mystery of a diviner.
Once inside the Divination Room, Joyce Maier took the initiative to unlock the wooden door and surveyed his surroundings, while Klein took the opportunity to quietly pinch his brow twice and turn on his psychic vision.
Joyce sat down, leaned back on his cane, tugged on his black bow tie, and said in a deep voice:
”Mr. Moretti, I would like to ask you to interpret a dream.”
”Interpret a dream?” Klein asked rhetorically in confirmation, keeping everything in perspective.
He saw that Joyce’s health color had varying degrees of dullness, but none of it reached the level of illness, and the mood color was dominated by a reflective blue, while it was so deep and dark that it was visibly taut.
Joyce nodded solemnly:
”I’ve been having the same dream every night since the Clover arrived in Enmart Harbor, and it’s filled with fear, and I know that it’s probably a shadow left over from the Doom, and that I should see a psychiatrist, but I suspect that it’s not a normal dream, and that normal dreams, even if they repeat every night, are sure to differ in detail, and this one, at least the parts that I remember, has never changed. ”
”To soothsayers, similar dreams belong to ‘revelations’ given by the gods.” Klein said, half relieved, half explaining, “Can you describe the dream in detail?”
Joyce clenched her fist against her mouth and pondered for a moment:
”I dreamed that I fell from the Clover, down into the ocean, which was crimson, like rotting blood.”
”As I fell, I was pulled by a man on the ship; I could not see him clearly, only that he was very strong.”
”And I was likewise pulling on a man, trying to avoid the end of his fall into the sea, a man I recognized as a passenger on the Clover, Eunice King.”
”Because of his weight, because of his struggle, I could no longer bear it, and had to let go and watch him wail and fall into the bloody ocean.”
”Just then, the one above me let go as well, and I flailed my arms, trying to grab hold of something, but caught nothing, and my whole body began to plummet.”
”And then after that, I would wake up in a panic, with sweat all over my back and forehead.”
Klein put his hand against his forehead and tapped it lightly, making a show of thinking, then organized his words:
”Mr. Myer, simple nightmares, similar nightmares, and continuous nightmares belong to psychological problems with corresponding root causes, while the same nightmares recurring over and over again is a reminder of your spirituality to you, and a revelation given by the gods.”
Seeing Joyce exuding a puzzled look, he explained in depth:
”Do not doubt that ordinary people’s spirituality also gives itself certain reminders.”
”I don’t know exactly what happened on the Clover, but I can see that it was a tragedy featuring blood and iron, leaving you with a deep, deep shadow.”
Seeing Joyce’s slight nod, Klein continued to explain:
”When you were on the ship, you must have been terrified, you were terrified, and it’s very easy for humans in such extreme emotions to lose their powers of observation, to overlook many details that shouldn’t be overlooked, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t see them, just overlooked them, see? Ignored.”
”In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the overlooked detail remains, and if it points to something important enough, then your spirituality will remind you of it, in the form of a dream.”
I remembered the feeling of neglect earlier, and realized that the notebook that had fallen into the hands of Rielle Beebe was the same case study …… except that I was sharper, more psychic, and more knowledgeable in the occult, so I was able to make a judgment right off the bat …… Klein paused for a few seconds and looked Joyce Myer in the eye and said:
”Did that Mr. Eunice King, who fell into the bloody ocean because you let go of his hand, pray to you on the ship, but still couldn’t escape his predestined end?”
Joyce squirmed less naturally and opened her mouth several times before answering:
”Yes, but I have no sympathy for him, and perhaps in a few days, perhaps in a week, you will read in the papers what a cruel and loathsome villain he is, who has raped and murdered at least three ladies, thrown an infant into the raging sea, and led a pack of irrational beasts in a massacre of passengers and crew.”
”He is cunning, strong, and evil, and I dare not and cannot stop, it would bury me.”
”I do not question this thing you have done.” Klein gave his attitude before explaining, “It’s just that your dreams tell me that you’re regretting it, regretting that you shouldn’t have let go. If you thought killing him was a righteous thing to do, then why would you regret and regret it to the point of having recurring dreams about letting go?”
”I don’t know ……,” Joyce shook her head in confusion.
Klein crossed his arms and placed them in his jaw position, trying to parse:
”No. …… All he had time to say then was ‘Spare me, I surrender.’ ……” Joyce, full of doubts ground to himself.
Klein didn’t know exactly what had happened and could only give guidance in the context of the dream:
”Is it possible then that you think it would be more useful for Eunice King to survive, to prove something, to explain something?”
Joyce frowned for a moment before speaking:
”Perhaps …… I have always felt that the conflict on the Clover came too suddenly and developed too violently, as if the latent evil desires in the hearts of all men burst forth at once and uncontrollably …… It was not normal …… very abnormal …… Perhaps, perhaps I would like to interrogate Younis King and ask him what it was that made him do something like demonic possession in the first place …… ”
Listening to Joyce’s dream-like description, Klein combined his dream with his thoughts and said in the characteristic tone of a godly man:
”No, it’s not just that.”
”What?” Joyce seemed startled.
Klein crossed his arms and leaned his chin, his gaze staring sullenly into Joyce’s eyes, his tone low and slow but forceful:
”You didn’t just think this thing was abnormal, you saw something that you overlooked, and those overlooked things strung together can be deduced to a frightening conclusion.”
”And so, your spirit told you that there was someone who possessed a great deal of suspicion, the same one who had pulled you in your dream but eventually let go of your hand, who you subconsciously didn’t suspect so you couldn’t see, who was your companion, who had dominated your life and death or, rather, saved your life!”
Joyce Haw then leaned back, hitting the back of his chair with a muffled thud.
Sweat slowly seethed from his forehead, his eyes filled with confusion.
”I …… I saw it ……”
Clanging, Joyce jerked to his feet, causing the high-backed chair to wobble and nearly fall over.
”Mr. Trice ……,” he uttered a name as if with all his strength.
It was a round-faced, amiable, shy boy, the hero who had saved the survivors ……
Klein didn’t bother the other man, leaning back slightly and waiting quietly.
Joyce’s face changed a few times and eventually returned to normal, normal with a hint of pallor.
He revealed a bitter smile and said:
”I see, thanks for the dream interpretation, maybe I need to go to the police station.”
He took out his wallet and withdrew the 1 Sool bill.
”I don’t think money reflects your value, it can only be given at the price you have determined, and this is your payment.” Joyce pushed the bill to Klein.
You give 10 pounds directly, I don’t mind ……1 Sule, you and your fiancée are still really like ah …… Klein maintains the elegance of the God’s clerk, didn’t say anything, and pressed the banknote with a smile.
Joyce took a breath, put on his bowler hat, and turned toward the door.
As he unlocked the counter lock, he suddenly turned back and said sincerely:
”Thank you, Master Moretti.”
Maestro? Klein chuckled darkly and watched the other man leave the divination room, muttering silently to himself:
”Something remarkable seems to have happened on the Clover …… If only the captain was there, he could have gotten the full story from Joyce Myer’s dream ……”
……
Early Tuesday morning, Bakerland, Queens.
Audrey, who had gotten up early, sought out Susie, the big golden retriever, and said in all seriousness:
”Susie, you’re an Extraordinary now too, we’re kindred spirits, bah, no, I mean, we have to get better at helping each other, you wait and guard the door, don’t let anyone disturb me, I’m going to perform a ritual.”
Susie looked at her master and wagged her tail helplessly.