Sunday, March 12, 2023

Day 71 - Dream Spinning

 Dream Spinning 
Matthew Ryan Fischer

 
They took his dreams. Stripped of hope, the Young Ones assumed he would wither and die. She was a Dream Weaver; her sister a Dream Catcher. They fed, but he refused to die.
“Don’t let him dream…” they told the guards. “Don’t let him dream. Don’t let him know what’s happened…”
They forced him to exist in a halfway world between day and night, sleep and consciousness. They thought they could wear him down, take advantage, steal from him, keep it for themselves. But he wouldn’t die and they couldn’t stand guard at all times. They couldn’t be too careful. He would have to be kept in a constant state of unconscious consciousnesses. Never allowed to hope or dream or speak or see with his own eyes.
He was a Dream Spinner, he sowed hope, and gained strength from those that believed. He could spin dreams, sow them together, create something out of nothing. If he was allowed to dream, there was no telling what he could build. He would certainly be able to build his own means of escape.
He could feel the misery all around. Prisons in other cells, broken, defeated. Their pain and anguish fed him though. The Young Ones couldn’t have known, but a broken dream is still a dream. They had left him alive and let him live too close to others and their pain. For what is pain without the dream of its absence.
One man had lost his eyes. Another his strength. The Dream Spinner could take what they had lost, spin his own dreams, magnify it and end up with ten times what they ever had. One he had their dreams, he could make their dreams dream dreams of their own. He would magnify and multiply and build an army of dreams to do his bidding. His dreams would come to life and life would defeat the pain and suffering.
It would take time, but he would build his power. They were young and lacked foresight and patience. They would be caught unaware the way they had caught him unprepared. But this time he would be ready and they would fall. Then he could see about the prisoners in other cells. Then he could see about getting out and escaping back to the real world. He just had to have patience. He just had to keep hope. He just needed a little dream.
 
 
 
 
 
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