The office door swung open. A police officer brought in a suspect and asked me to hypnotize him to find out where the murder weapon was and where he'd hidden the body. But what happened next was completely beyond my control. I seemed to keep waking up in one dream after another. Whenever I thought I was back in reality, I discovered I was still dreaming. Only when I realized something was terribly wrong did I understand: someone had hypnotized me. Why did the killer in my dreams have the same name as me? Who am I, really? And who hypnotized me?
