At night the light goes out and I am alone. Only the sounds that the wind makes keeps me company. I curl up within my blankets and shut my eyes wishing that it was morning, but the night is long. I shut my eyes only to open them and see darkness, no light penetrates the deep black. I hear the howling of wolves and wonder: “Am I their dinner?” Will this be my last night? After much anxious thought I finally find the sweet release of sleep. But it does not end there.

I awake in a corridor with no windows. I know it is a dream, yet I do not know, the dream allows me no control. Getting up off the floor I follow the dark hallway which is the only direction that I am afforded. The hallway is smoky, dream smoke I call it, and figures jump out at me; faceless and nameless they do not frighten me. I get to the end of the hallway and open the solitary door, the room inside is bright and I can see the outside world from the windows. But I know that I cannot leave.

A statue stands in the corner of the room. I try to forget its presence but I am drawn to it. Inching closer and closer I see the statue has a wide grin on its face.

I call out: “Who are you, who put you here?” No reply is given. I continue to talk: “I am the master of this dream and I command you to speak!”

A thunderous laughter erupts and the once well lit room turns blood red, “You think you are in control do you?” a disembodied voice echoes. All the while the statues expression turns to anguish. “You think that this is your domain?” the voice whispers.

I begin to panic and run to the door but it is bolted: locked.

“Fool!” shouts the voice.

I run up to the statue and give it a smack with my hammer…the hammer breaks.

“The first lie they ever told you was that you were in control. What they never warned you about was the eventual deterioration of your will, or the breakdown of your once flawless constitution. All those ideals you once had; once so noble and true would transform into abominations and falsehoods. You are nothing more than an empty shell, a shell crafted for strong wills like me” cackled the voice.

As if on cue the statue came to life, moving slowly at first like a new born baby learning to walk. Then it began to walk fluidly, making its way towards me with that ominous grin plastered back onto its face. The statue grabs me and opens its mouth letting out a blood curdling scream.

I wake up in a pool of sweat, and see that it is dawn. Birds chirp and squirrels start their day looking for nuts to eat. The trees are greener than ever, and dance in the wind to a silent song. I look up and see a clear blue sky and cannot help but laugh. It was all a bad dream, none of it was real.

I stop laughing but my face feels sore, feels stretched. Touching my face I only feel a smile, trying to frown is impossible. I begin to feel bubbly, almost funny, but at the same time lethal: mean.

Looking out from my camp I see a city, full of people and noise. Oh how the noise hurts my ears, makes me loath the thought of people.

“Let’s go tell them a nice joke, yes? Oooohoo that will be a nice funny one. All of them will think I’m a clown, no, better yet a JOKER!” I squeal as I descend from that camp, ready to wreak mindless havoc on the people below.

Signed,

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