The actions were all portrayed in frames, like a comic book. It had the tone of "Little Shop of Horrors", but less comedy. Set in Chicago, the graphics were of a mysterious plant, something of alien origin, that would grow beneath the homes of common evil-doers (thieves, rapists, embezzlers, etc) and kill them in a way that was apropos to their crime.
I am a private investigator, hired by the State of Illinois to uncover the truths in the mysterious deaths of a rising number of politicians in the metropolis.
Frame 1: I enter the home of a potential victim. A darkened living room and fear surrounds me. Something is not right. I hear a scream from another room.
Frame 2: In the dining room, on the window seat perched a large man in a suit. A vine, greener than any living thing on earth, clutched him as if a device of torture. Certain parts of the plant had thorns that ranged from the size of a pin to pencil-width. Since this politician was known for molestation and sodomy the vine was attempting to slowly torture his whole body so he could experience the pain his own victims felt.
Frame 3: I was able to release him from the grasp of the vine by chopping it up with a machete, but we both knew it would return. My fear was in the idea that now, it was in multiple parts and could become more destructive because of this. He was grateful at the chance to continue living, however I wondered if my heroism was worthy in having saved a rapist and alleged child molester.
Frame 4: The next day, he was dead. The newspaper read that he was strangled, stabbed, and dismembered in his office earlier that morning. I wondered if the plant would avenge me for trying to save him. I wondered if I would forgive myself for not killing him with my own bare hands.
Frame 5: An image of the vine growing beneath my bed.
Frame 6: While asleep, it clutches my ankle with a strength so intense my leg went numb within seconds. But the green vine wasn't grasping me to kill, but to scare me only. In a rush I began to realize that the plant was trying to maintain order and justice by it's own means. It made me see that nature cannot rely on humans to maintain order because we are all driven in some ways by evil intentions. It was then that I realized the ruling force over the plant: Fate.
It's so easy to get caught up in the notion that we're justified in carrying out justice in the name of our own righteous indignation. Yet a theme that stands out to me in many of your dreams is you sticking up for someone that you know doesn't deserve it despite the threat of horrific violence and death to yourself. Plus you've put a new light on Poison Ivy....
ReplyDeleteAlso, I feel like every major Illinois politician was inspired by a character on the Sopranos: Rod Blogojevich, Matt Murphy, Pat Quinn. Even Rahm Emanuel used to be a representative, and people who don't think he's scary are lying.