A Dream Come True

Scene 1:

Its a dark, murky room. Cobwebs adorn this abode. Lizards add to the life here. There are bulbs, tube lights and flashlights even, all around this place. Yet this corner is pitch black.

A figure is walking up and down, all across my room. He looks restless. A closer look reveals a decently dressed man who seems not to know where he is or why he is. At least, he doesn't remember. He keeps mumbling.

He looks every now and then, every two minutes, at this round black, silent object lying on his bed just a few feet away. Suddenly, it starts to glow yellow and producing an alluring tune. He seems to be aware of little else. He keeps walking up and down. His pace seems to slacken as he nears the bed; somehow he never manages to reach the bed.

He looks impatient. He seems unsure. Something appears to be bothering him.

Now I sense something else, a sign of despair elsewhere. The man seems to sense it too, for he stops pacing for a bit. He probably thinks maybe it’s a neighbouring cell for he resumes his pacing. I could swear I saw a shadow cowering and shaking in the corner… but all that I can know for sure is that there is a sense of discomfort, a lack of ease lurking around.

For the first time, the pacing man exclaims aloud

"Thinking may be a wise choice"

"But what am I to think?"

(a brief pause)

"Or rather who am I to trick?"

He wonders. He thinks. He thinks on.

Now I notice that he is talking, no, in fact he's conversing with someone who still cannot be seen clearly, hidden behind dark curtains.

"Who are you? Who are you? Who is it out there? Reveal yourself", he yells frantically.

"Its good manners to introduce oneself before asking the same of others", replies the other voice.

"I am Noman", the man says. "Who are you? Why am I here? Why are you here?” asks Noman now in a confused tone.

The voice booms back, "Welcome. You made this yourself. You will not remember. Of course. But I do."

(an intimidating laugh rings in the room)

Ignoring Nomad's questions, the voice in a rough though serious note starts off, "Listen carefully to what I say because just thinking and rethinking isn’t going to help you."

"All events happen for a cause. There is a good reason why you are here. It is just as good a reason for why the sun must rise, or fall. Do not hurt yourself for it is no good. No good reason either. Pain comes to all. Worries plague all. It is there for it is. Life is not without a thorn. Spend not your time in trying to figure out who I am. You have the answers for all you need."

(voice fades out)

Scene 2:

The object glows. Its sweet soothing sound echoes for a long time. As time proceeds, I helplessly watch it go crimson, then cardinal, chestnut and finally coral. The dolce fades into a dolorso. It’s all calling for him.

No answer.

Scene 3:

Its raining heavily outside. The mighty thunder roars.

A perfectly motionless body lies flat on the floor. His once ebullient face is now plain and white.

Thick metallic chains shimmer with an electric blue and a glowing green with the flash of the evil lightning that illuminates for once the pitch black corner…

Scene 4:

A bright sunny day. A jovial young man with cobwebs in his hair and scars on his limbs is happily dancing down the street. There are no cobwebs inside his head, or shackles in his mind, nothing seems to affect him. An eternal smile marks his shaggy face.

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