A surge of exhilaration floated through my veins as I was assigned the job of the dream-writer. Thanks to my extremely draining research paper “All things fancy” on the indecisive human mind, I had bagged this job. I have always wanted to experiment with unconventional dreams, dreams quite different from the usual fancy and illusionary world of riches. I believe that the world Humans live involves the Satanic line of thought. A bejewelled person in a shiny limousine is treated supreme as contrast to a wise mind in rags. Therefore, I have arrived to break the monotony , to rob humans of the fancy illusions. Since I m intrigued by ghosts and supernatural spirits, I intend to incorporate spooky elements in human dreams and take the world of Humans by storm . I love scaring the living daylights out of people. It’s a real turn on when I manipulate their dreams to an extent that they dream of bloodthirsty Brobdingnagian creatures salivating with their disembodied claws open, coming directly for the throat of the human dreamer. Sometimes the human would wake up, with eyes that spelt fatigue and sweat trickling down his person, putting a harsh end to all my thrilling manifestations...... (CONTINUED) Out of sheer sympathy, sometimes I put in eerie ghosts, but beautiful ones. I feel my idea of fanciness is not beauty, rather the little pleasures of life. Whether it is a fluttering butterfly or a haunting ghost in the red moon, all of it is fancy for me.I hate writers that write romance, elevating every simple thing and feeling to a complicated symbol of beauty, only to cater to the whims and fancies of Humans. Here is a little news flash for you, I am not a Human. Next then who am I? I could be angelic or the embodiment of the devil himself. Ah!you gotcha? As my hands turn monstrous and blood oozes out of my wielded pen, I finish writing another dream, a dream where a human becomes a dreamwriter,and manipulates the devils of Hell to erase the ghostly dreams they have been writing ever since. You were hooked till the very end, weren’t you? That’s what a devil does, it keeps you at the edge of your seat, always. #supernatural #illusion
