Ben looked at the chair. The opposite chair. The chair he wasn't supposed to be sitting in. Ben dropped his open palm on the fabric with a muffled clap. He fingered the pills and pulls in the stitching, the light wear-and-tear.
"What have you heard about these dreams that people in the area have been having?" Ben knew it was unlikely that he was the first to see Dr. Smith about the troubling phenomenon, but he needed to ascertain the baseline. Just what did Dr. Smith think of them? What was his medical opinion? "I assume you've seen a few people complaining about them."