Alain had thought that, having had the nightmare, his disturbed dreams would come to an end. He had thought of the dreams like one would think of an abscess: once drained, it would go away. Such was not the case, however. That night, as he drifted off into his usual state of rest, he found that the visions returned. In fact, his adventure the previous night seemed to make them worse. Alain couldn't say for sure what it was, but there was a sinister undercurrent to the experience that hadn't been there before.
Eventually he gave up on the idea of rest for the night, and shuffled into the kitchen to brew himself a cup of coffee. Looking into its murky depths, he sighed. He was used enough to helping others with their mental disturbances, but being on the other end of the relationship was unsettling.