User:Deslom

The Man and the Monkey

Life is full of questions but it is surprising how we often ignore the answers, even when they are set right before us. This is usually because we are distracted, or simply because we aren't looking hard enough. Every night, when we wake from our slumber we supress the one thing we have always wanted to know.

T he truth is, the thing we always wanted to know is something so disturbing, it would destroy our souls completely.

Forgetting your dreams is not an accident.

It is a defence....

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The world was dark and gloomy, hence why he was so attracted to the house. It was large, warm and welcoming in an otherwise deserted street. Of course he was drawn to it, that afterall is how it is supposed to be. His senses seemed so strange, as if distorted by something. The surroundings seemed real, but he knew that they were not. He took a deep breath, noticing how the air in his lungs simply wasn't neccesary. Breathing was a mere habit of the living, not needed here in the world of dreams. He was dreaming of course, that he knew. He also knew that somehow the details would be lost later on, so it was important to savour them now, while he still could.

<span style="font-family:'timesnewroman',times,serif;">Only now he felt a different sensation. It was one of lonliness. He felt so alone in this moment, as though this place was indeed real, and yet so far away from everything he had ever known. But that was stupid, he thought. This was all in his mind, it wasn't real. How could it be? He walked up to the front door of the large house and pushed it open with ease. It was a large, warm and airy building with lots of rooms. It was the television he was drawn to. Large and pristine, he knew that it was the perfect way to dispell his dream fears. He felt the need to reach out to the world that he knew, regardless of whether his dream was real or simply in his mind. Was there a signal, in this strange world of his own apparent making? He took up the controller and began to change the channel. He flicked through the static, not hoping to find anything. He just wanted to see...

<p style="line-height:1.2em;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:sans-serif,Arial,Verdana,'TrebuchetMS';"><span style="font-family:'timesnewroman',times,serif;">Then something flashed up on the screen that made his stomach turn. A man with a globe rested on his shoulder stood in some sort of woodland. He was staring down at an ape on the ground. The clip played for about five seconds, and then it looped. He felt goosebumps rising on his flesh and his spine tingled. He felt as if something stood behind him, watching. The clip kept playing, but nothing changed. It was as though he was witnessing something completely unnatural; something that he should not be seeing at all. And yet, he felt as if he had seen the clip before somewhere. This was different to real life. It was wrong.

<p style="line-height:1.2em;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:sans-serif,Arial,Verdana,'TrebuchetMS';"><span style="font-family:'timesnewroman',times,serif;">It wasn't a dream. It was real, just not in the usual way. His heart began to pound, his head spinning with a new found comprehension and a new found contempt. It was all too much, the man with his cold dead eyes and the world upon his shoulder. The Monkey, staring back as if in pity. The strange way in which the clip jumped as it ended. He began to notice words flash up for a minute amount of time on each loop. He squinted hard, and tried to make them out each time.

<p style="line-height:1.2em;color:rgb(51,51,51);font-family:sans-serif,Arial,Verdana,'TrebuchetMS';"><span style="font-family:'timesnewroman',times,serif;">But then he woke, and all was forgotten. <span style="font-family:'timesnewroman',times,serif;">