Dr. Freud in the world of Hieronymus Bosch.

Dr. Frog didn’t appear at the clinic for several days. His colleagues and his wife began to worry about where he might be. He had last been seen entering his lab a week earlier.

…. He happily wandered across the velvet grass, combing the manes of unseen horses and unicorns, and splashing in a heavenly pool. Birds sang and pleasant melodies passed from one to another. He was happy, filled with of happiness. He was naked, but it was warm and he felt as comfortable as he did at home. Despite the fact that many naked men and women were around, there was no shame. Women fed him enormous fairy berries, which tasted better than anything he had tried before, and were much bigger. Women garlanded his head with a chain of flowers. His nostrils fluttered from enjoyable odors. He felt dizzy and his eyes moistened. It was a feeling of the fullness of life. People passed by, touching him, sometimes rubbing, patting, or tenderly hugging him. They smiled and pulled his beard and moustache. He only grinned thoughtlessly.

He started to listen to their conversations, but was unable to recognize separate words or phrases. He strained to hear, but slowly he realized that they didn’t speak, they were only mooing and purring, pleasantly and melodiously but still purring and mooing.

And he began to grow. He realized that he had become larger than the people surrounding him. When he understood that, he suddenly felt something was passing. As if he was an hourglass and somebody had turned him upside down. The precious golden sand of happiness had begun to leave him.

People stopped noticing him and continued to perform their endless and incomprehensible rituals. He had grown used to this velvet, equally lit world. As he became bigger with each passing moment, he looked back and saw a cloud, black as night but riven with flashing rays, and it seemed to him that happiness, particle by particle, was turning into its opposite. And his heart ached.

He began to notice unpleasant creatures among the people. Certain disquieting notes interwove with the music, and he caught a very beautiful but endlessly sad and depressing melody coming from somewhere behind him, dolorous as an anthem of infelicitous life. Suddenly he felt bitter and the weight and feeling of loss and nakedness became inconvenient. A chill penetrated him to the backbone. And he understood that it would be that way be forever….

They found the device in his lab, but no trace of Dr. Frown, only a short note: “Don’t search for me,” which everyone except Dr. Egg Foo-Yung ignored. But their investigation yielded no results. Nobody found Dr. Frau, so he was declared dead.

Much later one of the Dr. Yuan’s biographers found a strange phrase in his memoirs about Dr. Frock: “If you meet him in your dream wanderings don’t call him by name ─ who knows what might happen?”