The five stages of slavery – Rebellion
Ladies and gentlemen
Masters and slaves
Welcome back
In the previous stage you have listened to the dream where it all began
The seed was planted in fertile land
The rain falls
The cold shapes it like frosted splinters that cut the flesh of those unaware
The time is winter in the heart
Did the seed grow inside the beast or did it die out in such an hostile condition
Now I will tell you
So gather around and listen to the story of the beast
Having tasted the bitter sweet dream time after time, he discovers that the flavor is both addictive and poisonous
A thought is enough to make a heart race and the insides boil both in fear and anticipation of what is to come
This poison feels like an itch that doesn’t stop, scratching both body and mind
To the point where the skin is cut and blood flows from the open wound
He is left with the choice of letting it bleed outside or inside
No other choices remain
This beast decided to let the dream blossom like the wild flower it was
He gave it a pretty vase where it could grow, a place in the wardrobe for it to hide and a check list to keep itself busy
A list of requirements for the dream to come out and devour him
Then he closed the door
Returning to his normal life
Time passed
His life became a duality
Half a life outside the closet
Half a life in the closet playing with dreams
In the last half he amused himself dressing up in costumes and checking out if what is needed has been met by anyone
But none to be found
The shape of the dream does not match what can be found in the real world
To keep the dream happy, more toys are bought until the wardrobe is full
Nevertheless the dream begins to wither
Dreams cannot come true with mere play
They have to be lived or they die out
He could not let it die or he would die with it
That dream is a part of him now
The skin inside the skin
The true face behind the mask that he takes into the world
He decides to open the door and takes it out to play
As he does not want the dream to change, he changes the reality in which the dream will be lived
He shapes the form where it will all happen
A special type of cage
A specific type of clothing
The way the Master physically should be
The way He should perform
The words He should say
He gave the dream a shackled freedom
He gave his Master an undesirable servant
Satisfying none and wasting time
Setting himself for failure
To keep in his mind that he was trying, when he truly was not
What a beast indeed
This play continues time after time
Always giving the dream a smaller cage than it could fit
A marathon with no finish line
Just a run with no end in sight
What is left for the dream is frustration and anger
As a wild beast with no cage to hold and hungry for sustenance, it begins its fight against the one that holds it down
Destroying the barrier between worlds
Seeking more time out and more freedom to move
The dream is already too big to be held down
It does not fit a closet
It does not even fit a house
Still shacked to its owner, the dream pulls the beast away and drags it over the streets
Seeking the key to the chains that bind its actions
Will this be the end for the beast, to be devoured by his dream in an unknown location
It is up to you to find out
On the next stage
