What dreams may come

“Through the darkness I have fought; through the cold I have battled, until I stand here before you ready to finish this war,” he says, his heart pounding in his chest, he grips the hilt of his sword tightly, and readies himself, as the gigantic beast charges towards him.

In the split second that he has before the onslaught, his mind quickly takes in the horror that he has to confront. It is the thing that haunts his nightmares – a constant reminder of all the things he tried to be, but failed. It is his father’s taunting voice mixed with his mother’s accusing glare every time he fell short of their expectations. Every poisoned word that escaped his beloved’s mouth has found refuge in the beast’s heart. It is a formless darkness that is an amalgamation of all his fears, failures and disappointments. Could he face it? Oh yes, he was finally ready. Today he would either slay his demon or die trying.

With a sudden burst of energy, the beast lunges towards him. He can see his smug grin under all that slobbering, and it finally makes him see red. He breaks out of his frozen terror and swings – the steel catches the lolling tongue and slashes it into two. It can no longer spout the vicious words that slash his confidence to pieces. Another wild unplanned swing somehow buries itself in the beast’s right eye and draws a loud howl of pain. Never again shall it witness his humiliation and derive pleasure from it.

As the monster thrashes on the floor, he feels the knot in his stomach slowly untying. He could feel the shift in the power as his energies seep out of the demon and come rushing into him again. He walks up to the beast with his sword dragging limply behind. He is not used to standing up for himself; the fight has taken a lot out of him. But he is more tired of being a doormat than he is of fighting. He has spent many nights preparing for the inevitable; and it was now or never.

He lifts his sword up high, high over his head. “Today, this ends. You will no longer show me your face again. Understand, from this day forth, no one else will rule my life” he yells, before bringing the blade down upon the beast’s head….

He awoke with a start. The dream was so real that he could still feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. His sheets were tangled and drenched through with his sweat. He tried to control his breath and make sense of what he had seen. Could it be that he has finally done it? Was he now free to live his life? He closes his eyes to feel its presence inside him, but it is like a rock has lifted off and he can finally fly.

This was my take on expanding Matthew’s 50 words story. You can read the original version here

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6 thoughts on “What dreams may come

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  3. Reminds me of that scene in the old Star Wars on the planet of the Jedi when Luke Skywalker confronts Darth Vader in the cave, cuts off his head only to discover it was his own head. From “Pogo” cartoon: “We met the enemy and he was us.”

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