The dream maker

chapter 27 : mind , heart

it would be unfair to himself if he didn't take a moment to breath , absorb , think or at least plan the next move ... however, one is rarely fair to oneself
we always put ourselves at the bottom of the concerns list .
he opens his eyes to another nightmare , it was sure windy and dusty , he was laying ,hopelessly ,on the middle of a long rocky road , worn out houses that has been eaten by time lined up infinitely on both sides that even parts of them houses kept falling with the wind , he's not quite sure if its dawn or dusk but the horizon blushed a little red .
It's quite amazing when you lose track of time ... because ,as you see, time is the only thing controlling you ,

it was hard to breath and even harder to see through the accumulated dust , but he was surly to forget all of that at the sight of a huge flock of skinny huge Hawn dogs running towards him , he launched with full speed wondering why in the same time , towards the horizon , funny isn't it ?
.. each time we're afraid we spontaneously run towards the light ..
ancient light pillars lined up the road at each side , strangely ,he couldn't help but to notice them and how beautifully and intricate they were decorated
he ran a little harder , a little faster until finally accepting the fact that all he does is useless , he is nothing but a puppet on Klaus's theater and all his strings tie him to Klaus's vision , it was hopeless as always , he was again in a prison of repeated codes , because the same houses and scenery kept repeating itself as he ran , he was again in a small world .
he hastily headed to a door and went in , the dogs hooves scratched the door viciously and slipped through the tight opening underneath the it , he noticed they were all bloody and rotten but at all time he hadn't heard any barking , he took a few steps behind keeping his eyes on the door
he needed a second to breath and calm his heart down , he turned around slowly expecting another twisted surprise of Klaus's taste , only to realize he's in his own house ...
his father , laying face down on the bedroom floor without any movement , and a little child stood there looking at him while his mother was sobbing and calling for help ...
the oldest scenario he could remember from his childhood , the scene was silent and was about 12 seconds ,real world seconds, long .but kept repeating itself and at each last 5 seconds he would see himself ,as a child, looking him in the eye , with no expressions what so ever ...
"I know .. I know what's happening .. its feelings .. its all about feelings .. yes sandman controls Klaus's mind .. but Klaus's heart controls sandman , the part that is still alive of Klaus is his heart , it is the same part that asked me for help .. sandman can't do anything about it except to obey and fulfill what the heart wants .. as if they are disturbing or hurting sandman if he doesn't shut them up as they always say " in the battle of the heart and the mind , the mind is never granted peace until the heart gets what it wants "
... and maybe in dreams , feelings are raw and magnified , and that's why Klaus's revenge of the occupiers incarnated as death to them all , and that's why sandman had to obey Klaus's feelings of a crush magnified into insane love towards Sara and had to bring her down here to this world with him to fulfill these feelings and shut them up .. maybe the evil side of Klaus's heart is strong and magnified now , but so as his good side , because he's doing all of this to protect his own people and set them free
yet the sense of right and wrong is reached by mixed up paths "
he wondered after a great discovery
" does the heart dream too ??does it have the ability to make dreams without the need of the mind ?? I wonder "
asking the right questions is always the first step of reaching the right answers . sometimes, they are the answers themselves .
he felt that this exact moment .. this exact part of this nightmare was sent as a hidden message to him , to teach him some things of what is going around actually .
he went back to his assumptions ," maybe when Klaus's feelings are fulfilled they get cold and numb , it would be in sandman's interest if that happens because only then he will have a 100% of free undisturbed will "
suddenly , he felt a knife cutting through his arm , he lifted up his sleeve to see letters being carved along his arm , he bared the pain out of curiosity until all the letters have been carved to form the word "Dagger" , he suddenly realized he was gripping it in his left hand , it was back at the hospital in real life that mister Tyler carved this word on his arm to remind him that he died still having the dagger on him , then clutched Roys hand around it ,
he opened his fist and looked at the dagger , the words that once made no sense ,that were written on the dagger along with the chest , now can be read clearly ,
"trust the way of death to guide you home " was written
" this is the knife I should plunge in Klaus's heart , but... Im in the same place Klaus is in .. what would happen if both sandman and Klaus die and I'm still in one of their prison dreams ??? would there be any dreams if no one's there to make them ?? " he wondered
"sudden death" was written on the other side . thus , the next move couldn't be more obvious ... he had to overpower his cowardness , his biggest enemy in a time like this , his fear of death or anything else should be confronted ,
"no .. no time for that , I can do it . I can do it , it's easy , just one quick move and it's over , gather your guts and breath .. breath normally .. I can do it I can do it it's ok the pain will pass " he kept repeating quickly in his mind closing his eyes firmly and grasping the dagger harder and in one quick move , while the whispering overlapping voices in his head are continuing to encourage him , he plunged it in his heart with a shout ..
the voices died down ..