"No one can point out what these dreams mean and why I'm having them." A sigh from the woman sitting across from the man, then she takes a sip of her drink and places a notebook on the table next to her. She then crosses her arms and leans back in the chair. " Well then, Mr. Lucian, let's get real then. Just what the hell do you want out of this, and what are you looking to get out of therapy?" The man sits back on the couch and looks up at the ceiling, lets out a sigh, and then looks back at the woman. "I want an end; I want to understand what and why. Why do I have this feeling of something missing in my life? Why do I have a dream so dark and feels so real, a dream that does not scare me because of its being dark, yet because I might actually like it if it were true."
"Well, we need to stop the session here for now, but let's come back to this next time." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lucian," a woman behind a desk near the front door said with a smile. Lucian smiles at her and then walks out the door. As he walks to his car, his phone rings. He looks at the phone, walks over to the car, and gets in. He lets out a long sigh and drives off. As he drives with the radio on, he thinks, and the feeling of something missing just keeps staying in his mind. If only he could find out just who he is.
Who is his family? What are the dreams, and he feels like he needs to eat. He pulls into a drive-through; a male voice comes in over the box. "Welcome, what can I get you today?" " A life, " "I'm sorry, what was that the man replies. Lucian sighs, "Yeah, let me get a number 3 and a number 2 large." " Hold up, Lucian, is that you?" The man said with excitement. " Excuse me?" A laugh is heard, then the reply of, "Please pull forward. "
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House of Lucian
HorrorWith a name the means light. Dose the Lucian family really believe that what they do are of pure intention. As the Lucian's look for more to join their family. The question still remains just who are the Lucians and what goes on in their house.
