Dream 4016

Dream 4016

by Luke Sulejewski

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A mysterious text, describing some secrets of our world and life hidden deeply in the darkest corners of human souls.

WARNING! - The book contains subliminal messages that can cause insomnia.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781449084714
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 03/26/2010
Pages: 112
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.27(d)

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DREAM 4016

The Very First Cubist Human Drama
By Luke Sulejewski

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2010 Luke Sulejewski
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4490-8471-4


Chapter One

THE GREAT INTRODUCTION

Could you imagine some old house in some old city-somewhere-exactly in the middle of nowhere? There is no time running forward; there is no time running into the past. There are probably no common dimensions as you can notice in your world.

There are only some people and their drama-human drama, human dream.

Could you imagine some room in some old house with plenty of people standing around some old wooden table? Very unhappy, a lonely light bulb is hanging from the ceiling. The bulb is giving very unhappy, lonely yellow light.

Now we have a chance to share human drama with human drama people-dreamers.

Read carefully and do not even try to understand, because the hidden knowledge and secrets from the drama will transfer to your soul without your permission.

You should decide to get in and change your life forever, or just stop reading at this moment immediately.

Therefore, I am giving you almost 25 percent of an unwritten page of white paper, because I'm sure that you need some time to make this difficult decision.

If you are ready, you will check what is on the next page, but remember that is the one-way ticket. You will never be the same person as you have been for your entire life-the last five minutes included.

Kind regards, Luke Sulejewski

MISTER W.

Dear friends. We have a serious problem here. Something has disappeared from our house. However ...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! (Doors open suddenly, and a pregnant woman comes in. She is looking at MISTER W.)

PREGNANT WOMAN

Excuse me. Are you perhaps the father of my unborn child-aren't you?

MISTER W.

No, I am not, but you can stay with us. Stephanie, could you be so nice and bring a cup of tea for this poor woman.

PREGNANT WOMAN

Without sugar, please ...

MISTER Z.

... But what has disappeared?

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! (The clock is giving a sign that six o'clock is slowly passing away.)

FALLEN WOMAN

(comes into the room) Good evening. I am looking for my daughter. Her name is Sophie. My little, poor, innocent Sophie ... Oh my God! What should I do? Sophie, Sophie!!! Are you here????????????????

MAN THE LEGEND

(appears suddenly) Sophie is dead!

FALLEN WOMAN

Oh my God, oh my God ... (loses consciousness and falls on a floor)

MAN THE LEGEND

I am so sorry ...

MISTER S.

Stephanie. Could you bring some medicine for this poor Fallen Woman?

STEPHANIE

(Stephanie comes with the tea and some medicine) Wow! Good evening, Man the Legend. How are you?

MAN THE LEGEND

Good evening, Stephanie. I am doing good, but some people have demolished my house.

(Mister S. and Mister W. are trying to wake up Fallen Woman.)

STEPHANIE

I do not believe what I have heard. All these modern people!!! They do not have any respect and any sign of shame!!!

MISTER W.

I just want to remind you people about our problem. Let's do something. There is no solution for this situation. (Mister W. starts crying)

MAN THE LEGEND

You should look for that on a street. (Man the Legend disappears)

ALL CHARACTERS

Where? Where? Where? Hey, Man the Legend, where are you? Where should we look for you?

MISTER S.

Wherever, it does not matter. Let us start to look for ...

(All the people are moving to the entrance. Outside they take a short walk to Building Number Seven. Mister W. knocks on the doors.)

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! (There is a small wooden window in the doors. The window opens slowly. Everybody can see the door attendant's face appearing in the middle of the window.)

DOOR ATTENDANT

Who are you good people? Who or what are you looking for?

MISTER S. Good evening, we are looking for ...

DOOR ATTENDANT

(speaks suddenly-doesn't let Mister S. finish talking) I know, I know. Please come inside. You should go to the attic immediately. (All the people go to the attic immediately. They find the old suitcase made of genuine leather.)

STEPHANIE

Oh my goodness. The old suitcase made of genuine leather. I cannot believe my eyes.

THE WOMAN I am very interested to check what is inside.

MISTER W.

What we are waiting for? Let's open it.

(Mister S. and Mister W. are trying to open the rusted lock installed on the suitcase.

Finally they open it, and surprisingly, there is another smaller suitcase inside the first one.)

FALLEN WOMAN

(comes to the suitcase slowly and hits it with her fist) I am not allowed to think about it any more. We should leave this haunted place!

People-The Team in short-go to the basement where somebody eats some raspberry jam. Following some hidden instinct, Jam's Owner comes into the basement and kicks up a row.)

JAM'S OWNER

You bastards! You ate my raspberry jam !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MISTER S.

We are so sorry, but ...

JAM'S OWNER

(slows down her nerves) It is there in The Old J's apartment on the second floor.

(Everybody runs upstairs. They unhinge the doors.)

THE OLD J

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... ????????????

MISTER S.

Do not say anything, old man!

(Crew is searching The Old J's apartment. Man the Legend appears one more time)

MAN THE LEGEND

You will not find anything here.

(The search team goes to the nearest church.)

(Inside the church - deep silence. Man the Legend appears behind the fifteen-foot-high cross statue)

MAN THE LEGEND

You will find it in the summer, but not in the city. (Man the Legend disappears as always.)

* * *

(It's summertime, a village landscape. The Team is traveling via cornfield.)

MISTER Z.

That is looking strange for me. Today is half of June, but the corn is fully grown up!

MISTER S.

That is nothing unusual in our times. Apparently, it is an early growing up kind of corn. I cannot say that this situation creates any problem for my philosophy of life.

(Ten minutes later, The Team comes out from the cornfield, reaching a sandy and stony road between the fields. Five minutes later, they meet Psychedelic Elderly Man.)

PSYCHEDELIC ELDERLY MAN

Welcome to my private psychedelic road, my friends. I have a little mystery for you. On one of my wrists, I tattooed our solar planetary system image. The time to prove your faith has come. You should answer on which wrist I have the tattoo. If you choose correctly, everything will be in order. If you make a mistake, one hundred thousand people will be dead in a blink of an eye.

THE WOMAN

(without a shadow of doubt) The tattoo is on your left wrist.

PSYCHEDELIC ELDERLY MAN

(Shows everybody his left wrist. There is a tattoo of the solar planetary system on it, but exactly at the same time, an enormous cloud of smoke and fire is appearing above the nearest city; huge scary thunder crosses the blue sky.)

MISTER S.

(very angry) Psychedelic Elderly Man-you have just cheated us!

PSYCHEDELIC ELDERLY MAN

Oh my son, today you cannot trust anybody. (Psychedelic Elderly Man goes away with a lowered head.)

* * *

(The Team is still on the stony and sandy road. Weather conditions are awful. The air is extremely hot and dry. Sun has no mercy for the travelers. Everybody is disappointed after Psychedelic Elderly Man has cheated them, and everybody is extremely tired and thirsty. Suddenly a well appears in the not-so-far distance.)

MISTER Z.

I can see, I can see the well. We will have an opportunity to drink some delicious cold, clear water for a moment.

FALLEN WOMAN

At least. (The Team comes to the well and throws down an empty bucket secured by red rope. The bucket flies out of the well with supersonic speed.)

THE VOICE FROM THE WELL

Today is closed!

(Everybody is embittered until The Witch with the Brass Vase arrives and shares with everybody her special decoction)

THE WITCH WITH THE BRASS VASE

I am going to travel with you. My brass vase will protect you and probably can save your lives in the not-so-far future.

(Scary forest. The Ex-Pregnant Woman buries her dead child under the juniper. She stays in the forest and starts to build a small chapel. The rest of the team keep going and meet Fiery Dancer.)

FIERY DANCER (man)

Dance is my passion.

FIERY DANCER (woman)

(appears) He is my life and the dance is my life. (kissing Fiery Dancer passionately)

* * *

(Autumn, some city, the basement where a man lives eating only bread and drinking only water)

THE MAN FROM THE BASEMENT

This world and all the people are so ... that only this basement is giving me a feeling of my own dignity. There are no aesthetic dissonances. That's it. If you find what you are looking for, you will see ...

(The Man From The Basement goes to bed, closes his eyes, and falls asleep. The Team decides to clean up the garden. They burn old leaves. White wet smoke surrounds them, and the night comes. People decide to go back to the basement and go to sleep there.)

* * *

(At the same time The Ex-Pregnant Woman is kneeling in her chapel looking at leafless trees, asking in a monotonous voice)

THE EX-PREGNANT WOMAN

Why? Why? Why ...

* * *

(The Simpleton is sitting on the stone. The Fluorescent Maria appears.)

THE SIMPLETON

(with pain in his voice) Oh, Fluorescent Maria, I am worrying ...

THE FLUORESCENT MARIA

Oh, Simpleton, do not worry ...

THE SIMPLETON

How can I not worry? I do not know what life is, I do not know who the human is. I do not even know where the end of our universe is. I am afraid about all the existence. Possibility of free choice fills my heart with fear and hopelessness.

THE FLUORESCENT MARIA

(enigmatically) Maybe you will know everything, maybe you will know nothing. The most important thing is do not disturb the harmony. (goes away)

THE SIMPLETON

(is going to be lost in his thoughts)

* * *

(the meeting of three remedies)

PSYCHOACTIVE REMEDY

(in a passionless voice)

Siloe ... Siloe ...

Siloe ...

PSYCHOPASSIVE REMEDY

(feverishly whispering)

... Willows, unusual trees from the border of magic, concealing the secrets in their hollows and praying to be safe from lightning fire cemetery in the forest of forest's souls lost by people stones, stones, stones-old friends charmed for ages withered trunks delicate sound of rain and wind scant light of the candle ...

PSYCHOTECHNICAL REMEDY

(with depression in voice)

Oh my Lord, oh my Lord ...

Why am I not a screw???

* * *

(Saint John the Ascetic walks barefoot in a field of thistles and nettles; meets Leprechaun sitting on a stone.)

SAINT JOHN THE ASCETIC

How are you, Leprechaun? What are you doing?

LEPRECHAUN

Hi, Saint John the Ascetic. I am meditating. I have thought that my existence has taken place in reality, but now I suppose that I am a pure theoretical character, maybe even fictitious character.

SAINT JOHN THE ASCETIC

Hmmmm. I agree with you, Leprechaun. I am in a similar situation.

The sad truth is that we are traveling on the same bus with gods, aliens, and Yeti. We should not cheat ourselves. We are the product of sick minds.

(Leprechaun finds a button in the stone. He presses the button immediately. The effect of this maneuver is that Saint John the Ascetic and Leprechaun move into upper space, where they are the witnesses of a little conversation between Fluorescent Maria and The Witch with the Brass Vase.)

FLUORESCENT MARIA

Oh, The Witch with the Brass Vase. I can see our future in dark colors! The civilization is going to destroy us!

THE WITCH WITH THE BRASS VASE

Oh, Fluorescent Maria! You probably forget that we are independent from civilization. Human foolishness is hundreds times more dangerous.

FLUORESCENT MARIA

... but that is not our problem, that's humans' problem.

THE WITCH WITH THE BRASS VASE

Hmmmmm ... (They are not going to say anything more, rather they are going to rethink everything. In the same time Saint John the Ascetic and Leprechaun come back from upper space to the field of thistles and nettles, where they meet Rasta Man.)

RASTA MAN

O Jah! Hajle Sellasje!

SAINT JOHN THE ASCETIC

(with fear in his voice) Aaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LEPRECHAUN

(starts to smoke a cigarette and very slowly drawls his words)

What the fuck ...??? ...!!! ...?

RASTA MAN

(prophetic voice)

Do not swear! I am telling you that the ice underneath your foot will break, and you will fall to the freezing water. It will not bring anything new into the case; however, the next time the situation could be worse for you.

(Suddenly Human similar to a Human, but not the Human appears and screams hysterically.)

HUMAN SIMILAR TO A HUMAN, BUT NOT THE HUMAN

... All the answers are wrong!!!!!!! What the hell is this throng!!! Go home, people, go home, people, please!!!

Wake up, dear reader!

It's the middle of the night.

Wake up!!!

Go to the bathroom and look at the mirror.

Ask yourself a very important question.

Do I know this person?

Do I really know this person?

After that you can come back and continue dreaming.

(Saint John the Ascetic and Leprechaun walking on the stony sandy road in the middle of nowhere meet freshly awakened The Man Who Was Afraid of Small Items sitting under the oak tree)

THE MAN WHO WAS AFRAID OF SMALL ITEMS

(rubbing his sleepy eyes)

Welcome, good old travelers. Please be so patient and listen to my story. Two men lived in a city. They had never met each other. Each of them had his own roll of rope, not a usual roll of rope, but the roll of rope full of hatefulness. Everybody who took a single look at the rolls died immediately. Once a week, the men with rolls of rope full of hatefulness crossed the city to take the tragic harvest. One day the owners of the rolls full of hatefulness met in one place. They looked at the competitive rolls and died immediately. The city heaved a sigh of relief. However, some people say that there is one more man with a roll full of hatefulness living in this world. Be careful!

SAINT JOHN THE ASCETIC

Thank you for your warning, but could you share the secret and introduce yourself.

THE MAN WHO WAS AFRAID OF SMALL ITEMS

I am The Man Who Was Afraid of Small Items. My name can cause some anxiety and fright. So, 4,016 days ago I woke up as usual, I opened my eyes, and I noticed that all small items in my house were unintelligibly horrible. My fear was so difficult to understand that I put all the small items into the bag, and I took them outside of my house. When I came back, I noticed that I missed all my small items. I brought the bag with small items into my house. I discovered that all small items were even more horrible. So I took them outside of my house one more time. After I came back to my house, I exactly knew that I couldn't live without small items.

I wanted to bring all of the small items back, but this situation was a paradox without any visible light at the end of the tunnel. I decided to leave my house and become a wanderer. I went across the city, I went across the forest, I went across the field, and finally I arrived at this oak tree. I fell asleep under the tree. I had a dream. I saw in my dream silent unattended light exposing judgment's eerie world-Sacrificed Kingdom-itinerant lament-unarmed knight-ablaze sanctuary-zero. The dream told me that I should tell the story about two men with rolls of rope full of hatefulness to the first people who I could see after my awakening.

LEPRECHAUN

Unbelievable!

SAINT JOHN THE ASCETIC

Your story impressed me, but honestly I have no idea what was the reason that your dream chose us as the listeners. However, your mysterious name seems very familiar to one eternal problem. Are fools more important than geniuses? Three fools depend on one genius, but three geniuses needs nine fools to exist. You'll never know. Do we need more fools or fewer geniuses? So ...

SUPRANATURALIST

(comes from nowhere)

I think that the best idea is to unify people's minds. Middle intelligence is the best salvation for our situation. Unfortunately, we are not allowed to create people's minds, to manipulate consciousness. We ought to give them consciousness that they have consciousness, but they need to know in their unconsciousness that they do not have any consciousness.

LEPRECHAUN

This guy is probably crazy.

SUPRANATURALIST

(changing subject)

Modern drama is dying. We must exist in this trashy play called life.

SAINT JOHN THE ASCETIC

You are wrong. We are playing in real human drama. We are the members of some masterpiece that will appease chaos of reality. ... but somebody is able to destroy us before we will finish.

... something looking like a human substitute ...

HUMAN SIMILAR TO A HUMAN, BUT NOT THE HUMAN

(appears)

... Sometimes the cross sign made hurriedly is not enough. ... Sometimes the tear of repentance is not enough. If you see dark shadow of human face in your window, deep at tar black night ... an eye ... the really bad eye ... you will hang in the center of void ...

(Continues...)



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