The following dream occurred between 4am and 7am on the morning of Januray 26th 2010.
I am the emperor of the 7th district of the Ocean. To others I am evil. All I know is what is best for my people. I have slain many, but not without reason. We do not speak, at least not out loud. All communication is done mentally. We do not eat and we do not require shelter. We only need to stand guard. To protect our district. To protect the miles of Ocean that we are responsible for. Maybe we are gods.
We respect the sea because we fear it. The waters of our district are dark and violent. There is no sun, only constant night. Our district is outlined by stone, castle-like walls. We live on large flat pieces of rock that rise just barely out of the water. Even when it is not raining there is a mist that surrounds us- this is caused by the constant flow of crashing waves.
We wear white cloth that is almost pointless because we are always wet. We all have bare feet. I notice this because the wet mossy stone feels disgusting between my toes.
It is not clear how or why we exist. As I stare out at my district I wonder how I am alive. I am aware that I am a higher rank, but I do not understand why. I do not understand many things about this world, but I know I fear death. I sense the fear is stronger in the others.
There are no emotions here. Just knowledge. But it is emotionless knowledge- robotic. Maybe I rank above everyone else because I have the capability to wonder-but my wondering is limited because I do not care enough to seek the answer.
Something is about to happen. I have been betrayed. Ships are coming in and a war is starting. I feel the need to protect my people and the conditions of my district. However, it is my people that have allowed this to happen. They do not understand me and wish me gone. They have made an arrangement with district 11. They will combine their strengths, breakdown our walls and allow our waters to run into open territory. They want to breakdown the other districts as well.
They want to do all this but they dont know why. Like I said, knowledge just appears. They know they need to do this and they are carrying out their plan-even though it makes no sense-destroying the districts will give us know purpose. We will be rendered useless and be ripped from existence.
They come for me but I am confident that I can fight them off. Me against thousands. I had slain many in the past, what's a few more? I am doing well at first. I have killed maybe 200- a few by sword- but mostly from running. The rock is slippery and I know this district inside and out. I could play hide and seek all day and watch them run and fall to their watery deaths.
There is a change. Many are suddenly overcome with the knowledge that they are wrong. They turn and fight the others. As I watch these people get slaughtered on my behalf, it becomes clear that I need to end it. The next thing I know, I am charging at them. I throw myself into the mob. I am tossed every which way. Those who had been defending me are now back with the others. Their objectives changed in the blink of an eye. I wonder if it was all part of a plan, then I stop wondering because I am incapable of caring long enough to see my own thoughts through.
The water is cold, yet somewhat refreshing. Once in the waters you will never be recovered. I know this. I accept this. As I slowly sink deeper, I can see the surface above me. It's fading further and further away. I see the ripples and then...nothing. I look around and see the bodies of those I had sent to their death.
I am not scared. I once feared death but fear was only something I knew, not something I felt. I no longer know fear. I know the word irony, not the meaning, but the spelling. I see the word. It is the last thing I will ever know.
I feel nothing, I know nothing. I die.
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Pretty fucked up eh?
The wet stone and moss between my toes- that was lotion. When I woke up my feet were still moist. As for everything else? Who the fuck knows...
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