Premonitions. "I had one of those dreams again, doctor." The sudden words of his patient took him off guard, having his notebook and pen still on the table, but he knew how to react to this type of unforeseen starts. Slowly, trying to show no haste, Dr. Brundenvait opened his french stylus while looking at the young man over his thick glasses. The man was suffering from sporadic "day dreaming" a very light case of schizophrenia. For the last seven weeks he had expressed his conviction of having premonitory dreams, and tried to prove once and again how accurate this visions were. The young man looked very agitated. It was more than obvious he had not taken too much time to get dressed for that appointment, or maybe he had been up all night. His face looked oily and his hair was a mess. Evidently ha had not shaved in days and his clothes were wrinkled, his shoes were cover in mud and the overall look was simply pitful. The doctor also noticed the man was looking in both directions and checking the content of his jacket constantly, but in a discrete way. "Please Jasson, tell me what you dreamed." "I dreamed I died." The therapist fixated his eyes on Jason's only to discover his staring back at him. "Jasson, to dream with our own death has many different meanings. A common one is the act of rebirth. We dream of our death as the end of a chapter in our lives and the opportunity to start a new one. Another common interpretation of dreaming with our own death..." "No!" Jasson screamed loudly. "It is not a metaphor. This was a vision, like the others." Dr. Brundenvait realized he was not carrying with him the wireless panic button to advise that something was going wrong in the session and call for help. True was he had installed the system four years ago and had used it only for the first two weeks, but today his professional instinct told him it would be a good idea to go get it. "How did you die in your dream, Jasson?" The Doctor left his chair and start walking slowly towards the bookcase in the wall behind him. He had done this in several other sessions, looking for some text to support his arguments with Jasson. The young man had proven to be after all an intelligent and logic person. "I kill myself with this gun." The doctor turned just in time to see Jasson when he took a revolver from his jacket. "I shoot you." Jasson continued while aiming at his psychiatrist. "Then as your assistant tried to open the door I locked behind me as I walked inside, I shot my self." The last words of Jasson convinced Dr. Brundenvait he had made a gigantic mistake. "You manage to get to the bookcase before loosing your conscience, just to realize that the wireless button you are looking for is not on top of "Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality" where you last remember to have seen it."

The Lake The young Andrew was traveling trough the woods when he first noticed the singing. It was soft, sad but beautiful. Soon he found himself dragged by the notes of the song, far away from his original path until he arrived to the little lake, secluded between the pines and the mountains. In the middle of the water, a rock was standing and on it, a beautiful woman of pale skin and long dark hair was lying, naked under the pale light of the crescent moon. Thick fog was coming from the water and crawling slowly trough the forest. As he stared at her, he stepped over a fallen branch, and the noise attracted the attention of the woman. “Who is there?” Andrew walked to the open, leaving nothing but the water between him and the strange woman. “I am Andrew. I…” He made a pause, long and deep. He had forgotten were he was going or what the purpose of his trip was. “Come here Andrew I.” The air was cold, but the water was warm and inviting. Without removing his clothes he walked in the water and started advancing towards the woman. As he tried to swim, he got dragged towards the bottom by the vegetation of the lake. As soon as she saw him disappearing under the water, the woman dived on his direction. Andrew was fighting to get rid of the long stems and leafs keeping him under the water when he saw her approaching. Her long hair was floating against the pale#moonlight and her face was not longer sad, but smiling. Only then he realized her legs had turned into a fish tail. He fought until his last breath under the water, even that he knew he was lost. She saw the man stopped moving under the water and she got close to him and kissed his lips once. Her face turned grim again, but she did not seemed to cry, since tears are unnoticeable under the water. She came out of the lake and rested on the rock that was in the middle of the lake. Her long hairs were softly pushed by the breeze and little by little she got dried under the light of the pale moon, beautiful, with a sad smile in her face and her perfect, naked body exposed. As the last bubbles emerged from the water were the body of Andrew was, she started the first notes of her song. It was soft, sad but beautiful.

Cheers! He looked at her as she finished the glass of wine. Only after it had been completely emptied from the mixture of wine and poison and he knew there was no backing out of his murdering plans, he started to talk. “Amanda, the last seven years have been a complete hell. I know you cheated on me. I know every one of your lies and betrayals…” “Thank God!” She interrupted him “I was starting to think you were a complete idiot!” He could not believe the cynicism, the shameless attitude of the woman who swore to love him till death does them part. “Thank you Amanda.” He said as he felt the temperature raising throughout his body. “You just have ease my conscience. You just gave me the reason and justification for the unspeakable act I decided to perform tonight.” He made an effort to smile. He was not feeling particularly well. A combination of stress, fear, anger and some guilt, he thought. He could felt his heart palpipate as Amanda left the table, took the half empty bottle of wine from the kitchen counter and with a smile she pronounced the last words her husband would ever hear. “By the way, my love, I switched our glasses.”

It was the cat! "It was the cat! It was the cat! I swear for God I saw it! The cat did it!" The woman was screaming while pointing to a cat who was hiding behind the legs of a policeman. The firemen looked at each other with surprise and one of them finally took the woman to the ambulance where she was sedated. The house was now reduce to a pile of hot embers, with a black column of smoke rising in the night sky. An old woman came from across the crowd and took in her hands the little gray cat who was purring and following the sparks with its eyes. "Is this your cat ma'm?" The chief fireman asked. "Yes he is my little ball of fur and love." She answered and then she added "I can not beleive that crazy woman would dare to accuse this innocent beast of such horrible acts. I think she lost her mind in the fire." "It is the shock" a young policeman answered from behind the security line. Walking back home with her little feline companion she whispered to his pointy ears "You finally got rid of the horrible woman my dear. Tonight you deserve a feast."

The Box. It had always been there, at the back of the closet. He could not remember the first time he saw it. For the longest time it did not bothered him. He forgot about it, buried under their new #life together. Nevertheless, recently he had found himself thinking about the box more and more. He was getting obsessed to find out what was inside of it. He used to take it on his hands and stare at it when she was not at home. His fingers ran over the top and lock a million times, wondering how to open it. One Saturday morning he couldn’t wait anymore and forced his way in. Inside he found the pictures of old boyfriends, the stubs of that first movie they saw together; dried flowers he could not remember and at the bottom of everything he found a picture of them. She was at the door with her bags and he was still in the living room, staring at the scattered contents of the broken box. In the back of the picture she had wrote “The worst mistake of my #life”. Next to the picture, he found a piece of her hearth. Only then he realized he was looking at his own past.