บท 65: The Memory trance

Marco Caruso woke up from a frightening dream drenched in sweat. He jerked up from his bed and almost fell to the ground. 

The nightmares he thought were far buried, had awoken with a vengeance, and it all started the day he was shot by Viola Santoro. 

The infuriating thing about this wicked dream was that just like there was a large gap in his memory, he also could not remember every detail of this dream. The only parts that came to memory even when he tried hard, were s big large bed in the air, and seconds later it gets hit by a tree and it falls. 

It wasn't the visual as much as the eerie feeling he got that caused him pain. He genuinely thought that he was getting better, but now he knew he might just be getting worse.