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DREAM: 5

   

   With as many of the strange dreams, Jacob had had, he still could not come to terms with how they overwhelmed his emotions.  The perfection of their realism was startling.  Watching the man bleed out in front of him, only made Jacob feel all the more helpless.  He looked like a medieval king being mourned by his childhood queen.  The young man’s body lay gasping for air on a bed of roots.  Dying before a row of trees, whose trunks had seats and arm rest naturally formed into them, seemed a fitting surrounding.  To the left of the pale figure was a hollowed trunk with stairs leading down into the earth.  The king died before his throne.  To the right of his weeping wife another hollowed trunk had naturally formed stairs leading upward within.  The encircling tree shrine-home was still smoldering even as some overhead branches continued to burn.  The woman wringing her prayerful hands watched his arrow pierced chest rise for the last time.  She gasped aloud, “The King is slain and his world a fallen thing.”

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Jacob’s dreams

JACOB’S CATHARSIS

   Jacob’s dreams are foreshadowing’s and details, that are later revealed in an ancient manuscript that had been translated from his grandfather’s discovery; a book given to Jacob by a long lost brother he never knew he had.

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DREAM: 4

   The brilliance of the mid-day sunlight abated as Jacob’s hand shadowed his brows.  Before him, lay a half-naked man on the ground screaming.  His legs and arms were splayed and tied to short posts.  Raised beside the pleading man was a huge mound of mud with a four foot chimney.  Two other men stood to the right of Jacob; they looked like Australian Aborigines with their flaking body paint, and rudimentary weapons.  One used his spear’s tip to gently peck away at the chimney’s domed base; he was extra careful in his approach.  Agonizing moments passed by as the naked man screamed out his confessions and cries for mercy.  The other guard began joining in the task of revealing what was within the massive mud structure.  After a long while Jacob saw the exposed and inner workings of a feverish ant colony within.  The bright red-ants gave no attention to the two men chipping away the outer covering of their world.  Moments later Jacob marveled at the intricate sculpture crafted by such tiny architects.  The likeness of a giant ant head stood high on a pillared neck.  Catacombs and a myriad of tunneled chambers made up the Queen they worshiped.

   Upon seeing the complete structure, all formed from dirt, the two guards exchanged pleased glances with the other’s assistance.

   One of the guards looked down at the silent man on the ground and laughed, as the other harshly rapped his spear on the giant ant head creation.  The massive thing imploded on itself in a cloud of dust causing the two guards to rush backwards.  Seconds later the furious ant colony rushed upon the naked prisoner with an onslaught of revenge; viciously they carried out the man’s sentence of death.

Jacob woke up wide eyed and breathing heavily from his dream.  Its realism was disturbing as he sat up on the side of the bed rubbing his ear, and the sleep from his eyes.  

DREAM: 3

JACOB'S CATHARSIS 

   It felt like he was in the midst of a battle.  The crumbling façade of a wall lay before him, and the smoldering ruins of a city fell behind it.  The yells and screams from the charging forces that advanced left the weeping and moans of the dying behind.  The deafening noise came from every direction but all he could do was just stand there watching.  Suddenly Jacob’s bewildered panic turned to sheer horror as a monstrous face turned in his direction and began screaming orders to him.

   The blackened-face looked like it belonged to a charred body that had just been pulled from a fire.  The creature’s yellow-pooled eyes were blood shot and mean.  Its mouth was filled with jagged canines, sputtering a guttural voice.  It viciously barked at Jacob, “Hurry up you sloth, before the best killing is done with.  You heard the horns calling us to – Ugh!”  The thing’s growl was cut short as its eyes opened to their widest; then the beast collapsed dead at Jacob’s feet.  The Goblin’s back was riddled with arrows, but many more of its kind was armed and rushing headlong, just as eager for the taste of war.

Jacob woke up wide eyed and breathing heavily from his dream.  Its realism was disturbing as he sat up on the side of the bed rubbing his ear, and the sleep from his eyes.