MORPHEUS: Where It All Began

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I am known to many as the god of dreams or the demon of sleep. Depending on where you are you may have a different name and perspective towards my life. Some even call me the sandman, but I don't spray sand to people's eyes just for them to feel sleepy. I wait till the night comes to lurk on them while they sleep deeply and quietly. You may have a different interpretation about who I am, but once upon a time; I was once a student of Plato who desired to be one of the great philosophers of my time. I was the only student who theorized about dreams and its capacity to be a great way of connecting people to have an equal mind where we share the same things to create a utopia, a world that exist on a different plane where possibilities are endless. I was one of the very first of my kind to theorize this even before Sigmund Freud started his dream theory and how it can affect the subconscious mind.

Instead of being praised for it, they told me that my theory was blasphemous and I have no proof that It exist. But I do have a proof, I was walking towards another person's dream every night when I theorized that dream walking was possible. I might be the only one of my kind and the first to ever walk on the dream world as I called it. I called by the gods to praise me with their glory and hoping that I might end up a spot as a great philosopher. But one night, a crowd of people went into my house and grabbed me while I was naked on my bedsheet. Claiming that I was worshiping evil Gods and my claims are real because they saw me walk and tried to destroy their dreams. Who could have planted that idea in them? How could this happen? And why now? Now that I'm having plans of becoming a philosopher. "How could you do this to me?" I said. "Those claims are not real. It's still a theory!" I can't help but feel powerless at this situation. I don't even know what to do anymore. "So, what you're claiming is that it's real." Then I saw that It was Aegeus, one of the many students of the great Philosopher Plato and so I thought that he was a good classmate. "And we have evidence of your claims."

"What are you talking about?" He called in a five unknown people, claiming that I've been in their dreams and tried to create a nightmare. But the problem is I don't ever recall being on their dreams. "Why would I ever do that?" I asked. "And if you think that's possible, wouldn't that be a great thing?"

"So what you're claiming is its real," Aegeus said, "And we have evidences that you have been wreaking havoc in people's dreams?"

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, "Would beating me down, can make you sleep better?"

"I'm simply doing the right thing fellow classmate. You might be the brightest among us, but if your claims are real and they are telling us that you are worshiping evil gods, then that enough is an evidence that you should die along with your writings." I never knew that I would be betrayed by my own fellow classmen. Then a few moments later, some random soldier searched our house and saw that I had a display of reverse pentagram in a piece of paper, some black candles and herbs and spells written in paper. "Are these yours?" Aegeus asked. "That's not mine!" I said, "I swear it's true."

"Citizen, it is clear that this man claiming to walk into people's dreams is practicing witchcraft! What do you think should be the punishment for this heinous crime?" The senators went as if I was on a trial. I swear that I have no idea that those things are inside my house. I have no knowledge about it, and I especially don't perform witch craft. Senator Xerxes went in front of me, and said "The punishment for this is death by fire. And for the family, he shall see to it that they suffer before they die. "Please don't!" I said, "Just take me, and spare my family."

"But you are practicing witchcraft, and that makes your family a primary suspect." Aegeus said, "We should kill them before it's too late." They took my wife and sexually abused her before stabbing with a sword in the heart. Then two Greek soldiers went to take my two sons and stabbed them in the back, killing them on the process. All of that while I was watching. I'm powerless in this situation, if there are gods above, I hope that they would help me destroy the enemies in front of me. But they're not here to intervene. "You're going to pay for this, Aegeus." I said, "You're going to beg for your life once I had your neck on the floor."

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