Speaking of insane: 4th Day Bound, 2nd Day Out to Lunch
Venkman had spent the night, fitfully sleeping, bouts of insomnia, and having nightmares. At times, he wasn't sure where he was, and or what year it was. Sometimes, he would call out for random people. His mind also was jumbled with memories mixing into one another.
Notes: Patient is suffering from prolonged suffering and stress. Also seems to showing some symptoms of schizophrenia, possibly due to family history. Patient's mother showed acute signs during patient's childhood.
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"Dad, where's mom?" The boy looks up at Mr. Venkman. He just stares back at him, "Mom's gotta go away for a while, son. She's not feeling well." The brief, and decreasingly visits to the mental hospital, as his mother's moments of lucidity decreased, and the side effects of her medication became more prominent. The long nights poring over psychology textbooks, trying to understand what's wrong, the barrage of questions asked of the doctors, to the point that one of them, Dr. Leed, took the young man under his wing. And encouraged him to study psychology. His mother going on about ghosts and demons, and how important he was...
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He shifts in the bed, and his mother's there, like she was when he was five.
"Have to stop the ghosts. They're coming for you, Peter. They want you because you're gifted, but they can't have you," She waves her arms around, above his bed.
"There's nothing there," he says, "And you're a ghost yourself, Mom."
She looks at him, and doesn't answer him, her words still from that time. "Hush now, mommy will get the bad spirits away. My special little boy, I won't let them take you. They got me, but you'll be safe." Now she's punching the air, and her fists come close to him. He shifts away from her like he did then, but it's not enough. In her efforts to protect her son, she ends hitting him on various points of his body. The bruises were still fresh on him when his father had his wife committed.
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How long had it been, since he first read up on psychology and parapsychology? Both of them related to his mother. The first to understand her, the second to prove her wrong. He never explained why the bust involving Gozer caused him to withdraw so badly. Seeing Dana possessed, in some ways reminded him of his mother, and in some ways, made him believe. And if he went there, the bad spirits would come for him, and he'd have to go away as well.
He'd never tell the guys how little he would sleep, or wanting to self-medicate at times. How he'd sit up at night after a bust, feeling scared, and spooked easily. The fact he'd be so tired in the morning. Or how the ghosts seemed to target him in particular, starting with the green spud on their first real bust. Venkman knew how to keep secrets, using his knowledge and ability to detract any concerns via a laugh, or a joke.
He even knew how to keep secrets from himself. He never told his father that he heard, and almost could see the ghosts himself when his mom went after them. He didn't want his dad to send him to the sick people place as well. And as he got older, he blocked it out, and forgot about it completely.
But not anymore. In this realm of extreme possibilities at the end of the universe, Peter had started to remember. And believe.
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Mama, You Been on My Mind
Bob Dylan
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.
Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.
When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.
Notes: Patient is suffering from prolonged suffering and stress. Also seems to showing some symptoms of schizophrenia, possibly due to family history. Patient's mother showed acute signs during patient's childhood.
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"Dad, where's mom?" The boy looks up at Mr. Venkman. He just stares back at him, "Mom's gotta go away for a while, son. She's not feeling well." The brief, and decreasingly visits to the mental hospital, as his mother's moments of lucidity decreased, and the side effects of her medication became more prominent. The long nights poring over psychology textbooks, trying to understand what's wrong, the barrage of questions asked of the doctors, to the point that one of them, Dr. Leed, took the young man under his wing. And encouraged him to study psychology. His mother going on about ghosts and demons, and how important he was...
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He shifts in the bed, and his mother's there, like she was when he was five.
"Have to stop the ghosts. They're coming for you, Peter. They want you because you're gifted, but they can't have you," She waves her arms around, above his bed.
"There's nothing there," he says, "And you're a ghost yourself, Mom."
She looks at him, and doesn't answer him, her words still from that time. "Hush now, mommy will get the bad spirits away. My special little boy, I won't let them take you. They got me, but you'll be safe." Now she's punching the air, and her fists come close to him. He shifts away from her like he did then, but it's not enough. In her efforts to protect her son, she ends hitting him on various points of his body. The bruises were still fresh on him when his father had his wife committed.
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How long had it been, since he first read up on psychology and parapsychology? Both of them related to his mother. The first to understand her, the second to prove her wrong. He never explained why the bust involving Gozer caused him to withdraw so badly. Seeing Dana possessed, in some ways reminded him of his mother, and in some ways, made him believe. And if he went there, the bad spirits would come for him, and he'd have to go away as well.
He'd never tell the guys how little he would sleep, or wanting to self-medicate at times. How he'd sit up at night after a bust, feeling scared, and spooked easily. The fact he'd be so tired in the morning. Or how the ghosts seemed to target him in particular, starting with the green spud on their first real bust. Venkman knew how to keep secrets, using his knowledge and ability to detract any concerns via a laugh, or a joke.
He even knew how to keep secrets from himself. He never told his father that he heard, and almost could see the ghosts himself when his mom went after them. He didn't want his dad to send him to the sick people place as well. And as he got older, he blocked it out, and forgot about it completely.
But not anymore. In this realm of extreme possibilities at the end of the universe, Peter had started to remember. And believe.
----
Mama, You Been on My Mind
Bob Dylan
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.
Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.
When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.