Dark Dreams

One of the best and most surprising dreams I've had in a long time.


Two men in a forest, one with a darkness, the other without. The darker one asks the other if he can read the roots, the lighter one says he can. The forest is dark, with wet, damp earth underfoot and huge trees. The lighter one picks up a small tree root, pulling it out of the ground (roots like the Mystic’s hair in The Fall), saying that he can read it. The Darker one picks up a thicker, heavier root and pulls it out of the ground. He tells the lighter man that he cannot read this root, but once the darker man is done with him will be able to.
Cut to a cinematic shot, zooming out of the forest like the camera is in a helicopter. Flying over the trees, seeing the border between the forest and the city. The city, with tall buildings built close together, skyscrapers and shining glass. Flying fast over the tops of the buildings and twisting around, like a rollercoaster. Past the buildings, skimming over the edge of the water that the city borders on. Forest, city, water. It’s the perfect blue of CG, with small choppy ripples for waves. The lighter man is flying along, unwillingly, with this panning view and he is screaming.
Back in the forest, in a different part or possibly somewhere else just as dark and wild and wet. The lighter man is made to kneel in the dirt. Now he will learn. His hands are wet and his fingers rest on a shock plate. In the dream it is black and rectangular, about half an inch thick. The lighter man is crying, explaining the rules of physics and electricity. His fingers drip with water. The darker man, no more than a disembodied voice and a presence by now, tells the lighter one that when he is done he will be able to read the tree roots. Other dark men mill around, men with the same darkness about them but with less power. The servants of the dark one.
The man still begs, but she shocks still come and he doesn’t die. Instead it makes him into exactly what he wants.