Fall of the Bumblebee

Dr Kharagosh and Professor Goodwin's Dream

  Afterward, the rest of the gentlemen present fell silent as Joan Goodwin finished her recollection.

They decided to pause the session for a quick drink to calm the nerves before beginning again, realising how each of them had incredibly vivid nightmares that seemed far too clear and far too real to be considered simple dreams.
Only two more were left.
Doctor Kharagosh and Doctor Goodwin himself.

Goodwin offered that Kharagosh went first, in which Kharagosh was reluctant at first, but eventually spoke:

"Well, you see....the odd thing is my dreams was terrible, yes, but I dare say it wasn't as horrifically gruesome as Mrs Goodwin's. In fact, it was a rather simple dream.All that had happened was that I was walking through a park. Hyde Park, in fact, and I went to sit on a bench upon a hill.
At first it was quite relaxing.
Then the dream began to make a sudden turn for the more sinister and bizarre, when a gentlemen came to sit by me.
Only, this gentleman in question had no face.
Or rather, it was smothered in a deep haze, like a murky reflection. A face was there, but no discernible feature could be made out. Yet everything else about the man looked absolutely normal.But at any rate, the man sat by me on the bench, and we were both looking out to the city.
And the entire city was on fire.
A towering inferno of destruction lay before us, the air polluted with sounds of screams from all around...."

It was at this point that Kharagosh stopped, as he and the other members of the party turned towards Goodwin, who was pale-faced with horror. He had already dropped his brandy glass, and his hands were shaking.
His wife took him to the chair to sit, and when questioned by his peers, Goodwin finally explained his reaction to Kharagosh's story, speaking to Kharagosh directly.

"That dream of yours...
We had the same dream!
As you were describing it, I realised that we had shared that exact same dream.
Only, there was one major difference...something that drove me to feel faint with the revelation;I was the one that had sat down by you at the bench, to watch the city burn.I must have been that faceless man,and from what I can recall in my dream...you had no face either!"

After the brief transcript of Arthur Goodwin, the notes ended abruptly.