Tonight's dream...
that I called « the jail »
I will tempt to
share it, as I know that some of my readers are into filming and
photo-shooting, so if anybody is in lack of inspiration at the
moment, feel free to use this story. If you do so, I'm actually
super-excited to see what you can do with it:)
In this dream, the
story starts by seeing a wooden round closed basket (30cm high).
However, inside this wooden basket, you realise that the indoor size
is incredibly large... (10m high), and that it is actually filled
with a staircase (1 round turn of a staircase).
In the next part of
the stream, there are 3 stories, each time starting with a new
character appearing inside this wooden box, but without him knowing
what he does there.
=== 1st character
===
A young 25-year-old
man, waking up, looking around, and noticing that the upper part of
the staircase is blocked. The man is then obliged to go through a
door at the bottom end of the staircase. The man appears in his usual
environment, where he is in the middle of a very poch, rich, club :
he is facing a restaurant, and very rich well-dressed people are
facing a restaurant, in a sunny day of spring.
The character knows
perfectly how artificial and superficial this universe is, but still
maintains a very polite discussion with the people he encounters. He
however does some « rebellion » with two of his friends,
and shuffles the dishes or moves the cutleries so that they are not
evenly spaced anymore, and things like this...
But the man thinks
that's not enough, and he suddenly decides, in the middle of the
following banquet, to get up and leave, despite all the other people
to be extremely angry against this unpolite behaviour. He takes his
car, drives to a beach, and walks on the beach. He sits down and
falls asleep when the night comes. When waking up, he is now back in
the wooden basket, but all the exits are now closed...
That is our
« prisonner for the social conventions ».
=== Second character
===
A young man, in
traditional east-european clothes wakes up in the basket. This time,
only the upper end of the staircase is open, so the guy decides to
cross the door there and ends in an inn. In this inn, people (but he
can't understand the language) are prepapring a happy celebration. In
his life, this guy was alone and he feels even more sad know while
seeing other people being happy together.
He sees the
preparations from the first stage of the inn, and nobody notices him.
The celebration starts, and later in the evening, he notices a very
pretty girl. He instantly feels the need to seduce her, and tries
charming her by playing a magnificient piece of flute. The girl
notices him but it doesn't go any further than a quick glance. The
man decides to follow her and notices that she is already with
someone, so he flees outdoor, and go cry under a tree. He falls
asleep, exhausted, and when he wakes up, he is in the all-closed
wooden basket...
That is our
« prisonner from love », the one who can't live anymore
for anything else than finally be « someone » for someone
else.
=== 3rd character
===
The third man only
has an exit at mid-distance in the staircase.
When he crosses the
door, he appears in a very bright, white, museum, with huge rooms. He
crosses the first rooms of the museum, but he only met 2 or 3 bronze
statues in the dozens of rooms he crossed. The museum does not have a
regular disposition, because each room is separated with long
staircases. After a long while, he still didn't meet anybody, and
notices that he is back to where he started from. He changes
direction, but constantly, he falls back to his starting point :
this is a labyrinthe.
When he shouts «
Who built this ? », he suddenly realizes that he was the one
ordering this gigantic construction, and that the bronze statues he
passed next to where made at his image.
That is our
« prisonner from megalomany ».
My dream (thus this
story) ends with this guy screaming, and the « camera »
zooming out of the wooden box, and you could see a little girl
sticking a paper on the wooden basket with a message on it :
« Lunatics, lovers, and poets all are ruled by their
overactive imaginations. », William Shakespeare
*******
Each time, « only
one exit » in these characters' life, and each time they
trapped themselves or got trapped by others, in a life that they
finally don't like, but it would kill them to try to escape this.
That was my special
daily contribution,
Have a great day all
and lots of inspiration!
Share this if you
think that people love crazy dreams , ahah
T.
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