*the undying boy *
I love epic dreams; the ones that span the entire evening from the time your head hits the pillow until it rises again. Last night I dreamt I was myself in a world beset by an apocalypse brought forth from a plague created by an evil warlord/mad scientist/magician/tyrant who had utilized a boy cursed with unlife to create an army of zombies. The world was in ruins, and anyone dying would rise soon after as a minion in the warlord's service. They were smart zombies, retaining the intelligence and consciousness they had in life, but now twisted and subservient to the will of the warlord. Small bands of humans still fought to remain free from the warlord's clutches, living in the broken husks of our once prolific civilization.
I was such an individual, and by accident or chance or fate had come upon the original boy who had been cursed with unlife. He looked like any ordinary boy, a small 12-years-old with blue eyes, blonde hair, and fair skin. The only difference was that he was cold as ice and had no pulse, yet still lived. He told me how he came to be the way he was, cursed to never die after being murdered by his enraged father who had been first stabbed and then dispense of in a lake hundreds of years ago. The boy had emerged after struggling for some time against the weighted net that had sunk him to the bottle and reemerged onto to land, knowing he was dead, an unnatural creature confused, lonely, and sad. The boy attempted to kill himself and have others do the same, but no matter the method the boy would rise hours later healed and revitalized. The boy walked the world since that time, and legend of his undying state had reaches many scholars, including the interest of the warlord. The boy was captured and used in a series of experiments to determine the nature of the curse and how he had been spared death. The research produced the plague that the warlord would use on the populations of the world, placing the poison in foodstuffs and bottled water and giving it to impoverished countries of the world flying the banner of humanitarian effort. Within months, the horde of zombies overran much of the known world and continued to spread.
Where the dream really got interesting is when myself, the boy, and a beautiful woman of red hair and green eyes came upon knowledge that an artifact existed that could kill the boy and, by undoing the curse of unlife, rob all the millions of zombies of that spark that allowed them to still live beyond death. The artifact, the original knife that the boy's father had used to perform the gruesome murder, was said to exist in the boy's native country of Germany. So, the dream continued on as we fought and ran and struggled to find the blade - an ordinary kitchen knife made of iron - to end the nightmare that had fallen on the world and give a boy who had lived hundreds of years past his time the rest he so longed for.
Crazy shit, no? I think I'm going to commit a few hours this vacation to writing this story in more detail. I hope to continue the dream tonight, as I'd very much like to know how it ends.
I was such an individual, and by accident or chance or fate had come upon the original boy who had been cursed with unlife. He looked like any ordinary boy, a small 12-years-old with blue eyes, blonde hair, and fair skin. The only difference was that he was cold as ice and had no pulse, yet still lived. He told me how he came to be the way he was, cursed to never die after being murdered by his enraged father who had been first stabbed and then dispense of in a lake hundreds of years ago. The boy had emerged after struggling for some time against the weighted net that had sunk him to the bottle and reemerged onto to land, knowing he was dead, an unnatural creature confused, lonely, and sad. The boy attempted to kill himself and have others do the same, but no matter the method the boy would rise hours later healed and revitalized. The boy walked the world since that time, and legend of his undying state had reaches many scholars, including the interest of the warlord. The boy was captured and used in a series of experiments to determine the nature of the curse and how he had been spared death. The research produced the plague that the warlord would use on the populations of the world, placing the poison in foodstuffs and bottled water and giving it to impoverished countries of the world flying the banner of humanitarian effort. Within months, the horde of zombies overran much of the known world and continued to spread.
Where the dream really got interesting is when myself, the boy, and a beautiful woman of red hair and green eyes came upon knowledge that an artifact existed that could kill the boy and, by undoing the curse of unlife, rob all the millions of zombies of that spark that allowed them to still live beyond death. The artifact, the original knife that the boy's father had used to perform the gruesome murder, was said to exist in the boy's native country of Germany. So, the dream continued on as we fought and ran and struggled to find the blade - an ordinary kitchen knife made of iron - to end the nightmare that had fallen on the world and give a boy who had lived hundreds of years past his time the rest he so longed for.
Crazy shit, no? I think I'm going to commit a few hours this vacation to writing this story in more detail. I hope to continue the dream tonight, as I'd very much like to know how it ends.