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“He haseverything. Money, servants and power to control people. I just wanted what hehas” ; that was what they all said. I was the son of a great politician of thiscountry. So great, that if this country had a king, I would be the prince.
I had followers. I didn’t call themfriends, I was in the rank too high from them to called them friends.
“You are too arrogance, Felris. Be carefulyou will burn yourself to death.” said one of my followers. But I ignored himlike I always did.
The whole story, it all startedafter I went home that night. I locked myself in the room and decided to take anap because of an extreme headeche.
I woke up in a dark, cold and quietplace. It was so quiet that I heard a water drop from far away. I stood up andstarted looking around. I felt like I wore a different clothing. It wasn’t myschool uniform, it was some long sleeves, kind if Renaissance-like cloth. Ieven had a hat, it had some white Narcissus flowers and a purple feather on it.I walked to the desk nearby. There, I found a broken frame, but it was too darkto see the picture.
I turned on the light, but it didn’twork. I started to felt uncomfortable, I can hardly breathe, so I untied mytie. Then, I kept looking for an exit. While searching, somehow this place feltso familiar, like I had always been here since long ago.
Until I reached the door knob. Iopened it carefully and, I see the inside － it was a bigelegant purple-golden throne. It amazed me with its beauty. I slowly walked toit and touched it, very gently. Until that I was sure that this throne made noharm, I sat on it, I know, this throne, it was perfectly made just for me.
I put my leg acrossanother, looking down the throne. Somehow, I felt something...after wanderingaround for a while, I noticed it. This was a dream, a lucid dream.*
I lightened upthe room, it was decorated with all kind of furnitures I liked. I create someservants and made them beckon down to me. I created my father, my followers andeveryone I could thought of to bow and kneel before me. Everything in thisplace was all after my command, and only mine. It was way better than realitywhere I must lived in gross places with dirty humans, wasn’t it?
But not for long. I wokeup on my bed, in my room, nothing seemed wrong here, just silence. I thought that lucid dream wouldn’tcome back ever again. So I just act like normal, nothing was unusual until itwas my bed time.
Before I layed myself downto the soft pillow, I hoped a little bit that, that lucid dream may comeback... I slept, and felt like I was falling into a very-very deep abyss ofdarkness. Everything was settled, nothing moved, even me.
But suddenly, I opened myeyes and looked around, it was the same place, the throne room. That night, Ienjoyed the power I’ve recieved. I felt so powerful like I haven’t ever feltbefore. This wasn’t just a dream, it was another world, another dimension, theplace where no one ever reached down. And it was mine, every single space herewas mine. I was the great King of this place.
* Lucid dream = theability to control your dreams and still has concious.
The morning came. It wasthe very first time I wanted to stay in bed. I tried to close my eyes, but wasinterrupted by a maid knocking on the door.
“Leave me” I answered theknock before she even said anything.
“Y-yes sir” she answeredwith her very gentle voice and walked away.
I got dressed and went toschool just like always. As I walked, everyone bowed down to me. But it wasn’tlike in the dream. They pretended the action, they just do it fakely－and it annoyedme. Everytime I made a command, they hesitated, they didn’t really obey to me.They didn’t really respected me.
All I heard are justgossips. They talked behind my back; I was a spoiled kid they said, I wasselfish they said, I was unfriendly they said. But did they ever asked me, ‘Whydid I became like this’ or ‘Was it true’?, no, they never did. They knewnothing about me, but yet, they talked about me like they knew.BUT THEY KNEW NOTHING
...Wouldyou rather lived in a world that is hideous like this, or a world you cancreate and control everything? The answer is obvious.
I entered my bedroom afterI got home. Took a shower and cleared every assignments I’ve got. Get ready toenter ‘My Uthopia’.
I slept. Everything wasdark and quiet, as always. I waited for my world to be revealed, a world, whereI was the king.
But I woke up somewhereelse. A very-very familiar place. It was the room I entered before the throneroom, but now, it was lighten up. I didn’t care about this room and walkedstraight to the door－the door to the throne room. Once I opened it,something pushed my back so hard that I, uncontrolable, bounced into the room.
I looked back to see whopushed me here, but I saw no one. I then, looked up to the place where it wassupposed to be an elegant throne, but there was nothing, too, just thedarkness, I couldn’t see anything in this room, but one thing I knew was, thedoor where I came in was gone. I tried to control the light in the room, butwas unable to do so. I couldn’t control my dream anymore. The uncomfortablefeelings crawled up to the bottom until it reached my nape of the neck, Isweated. It was all silence－deadly silence, I heard nothing, not even a water dropfrom so far away, I just heard, my heartbeats.I walked, hoped to find something bright,-no, anything, just anything to stopped this uncontrolable heartbeats of mine.
Then, while I was walkingaround, tried to find something, I stepped on some glass. I picked it upslowly, somehow, I was able to see it so clearly. It was the broken pictureframe, the picture that I was unable to see at first, was now able to. Thesecond I saw who was in the picture, I threw it away, as far as I can. I didn’twant to see it. Something, this place, it brought them back, no, no!
As fast as I can, I ran tonowhere. No matter how long I had been running, I still felt I was just runningin the same place. I can’t control anything, and neither woke up, too.
That was when I heard afamiliar conversations;
‘Silence! Stop acting likea kid, Felris. You’re the Deus’s son, the descandant of Deus!”
“Deus’s leader’s commandsare determinated!, now, get back to your training!”
“Oh no, he’s coming here!Run! RUN!”
“Don’t go near Felris,he’s the Deus’s son, the corruption politician! Eww”
I stumbled down, coveredmy ears so those noises may disappeared. But it still came. No more, no more!why? why can’t I controled it? I tried to wake myself up, even slapped my face,tried to slept in the dream, I was still here, in this nightmare hell. I didn’twant to realized it, I was trying to forget it all, but why-why-...
“Please!-let me leave-!, Idon’t want any Utopia anymore, I don’t want any power, I don’t want to be theking anymore--! Just get me back, to the place where I left--!,..please” Iscreamed, but my voices was disappeared away in the distance, nobody came,nobody cared, just like me, back when someone asked me for help, yes, Ijust ignored them.
The noises of my painfulpasts still continued to play, for so long, so-so long... I felt like a hundredyears had passed by, it still kept replaying it, no matter what I did, nomatter how I begged. It didn’t stopped. I still couldn’t escape, I still lockedin this darkness hell, the eternalnightmare.
~~~~THEEND~~~~
(Possible Tale)
Mara – the English word for Mara is “Mare”, which is the origin word of“Nightmare”. It will sits on your chest while sleeping and making jam of yourbreath, chagning your dreams to nightmares. Croatians believe that Mara takes aform of a beautiful woman and visit men at night, and tortured him then slowlysuck away their life forces. In other culture, Mara appears to be a thickskinned goblin.(www.listverse.com)
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