Searching for Kansas

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Re: Searching for Kansas

Postby Elaine Glimme » Thu Nov 02, 2017 10:43 am

And the crowds cheered.
In his dream, they cheered madly. He had the gift - the power to convince. And his joy was so great, he thought his mind would shatter like glass. Because he knew - he knew - that his friends would fawn; his enemies would tremble, but they’d all bow down to him.
Then Weasel opened his eyes. The sky outside was still dark, and he was lying on the living room floor remembering the dream. He remembered every detail, every word he’d said, every cheer he’d received. Half awake, he relived the accolades, the sensation of being almighty. He reveled in the ecstasy of being adored by the world. Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, they’d known a mere of glimpse of such power. What they’d experienced was just a preview, an inkling, of the glory and power that was Weasel’s.
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Re: Searching for Kansas

Postby Elaine Glimme » Mon Nov 06, 2017 7:55 pm

But as he lay there on the carpet, the dream began to fade, and with that, the overpowering sense of omnipotence waned. Weasel got up from the floor and climbed into his bed, certain that he would have more dreams like the first one.
From the golden podium, he could see a female shape in the distance, and she had her hands tied behind her back. The woman was a living sacrifice, consumed in fire and screaming for her life. Weasel laughed because he knew that she was being sacrificed for him, and he turned his attention to watch her dying throes.
The woman was Vivian.
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Re: Searching for Kansas

Postby Elaine Glimme » Fri Nov 17, 2017 11:02 am

And suddenly, horror replaced his ecstasy. Why did it matter that the woman was Vivian, his dream self wondered. What difference did it make? A woman was a woman; a sacrifice was a sacrifice; and besides, Vivian had humiliated him.
Because he loved her. That’s why it mattered.
All of a sudden, he saw it. He loved her. Why hadn’t he realized this before? He’d never loved anyone before, not even his mother and father. He’d been a rock, a brick, a stone. He’d been devious, clever, genius, but he’d never loved anyone. And, in his dream, he ran to her and pulled her from the flames and cradled her in his arms.
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Re: Searching for Kansas

Postby Elaine Glimme » Wed Dec 06, 2017 10:07 pm

So, this was love - an all-consuming desire. The feeling was irrational, uncontrollable. He had to possess Vivian. He knew this now. In his dream, he could hear her laughter, mellow and sensuous. He felt her breath, her lips, her breast. and he felt passion, crazy, all-consuming, rising in his loins. He looked around him and saw that the crowds were gone.
“Choose,” a disembodied voice commanded, “the woman or the world. You can have one but not both.”
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