10-28-2013, 12:35 PM
In my latest dream I was embodying a different personality. I feel this is a direct result of some of the intense work I've been doing with my shadow self, and the realization of the level of atrocity I would be capable of if my heart was simply in a different place.
A lot of the dream is fuzzy now, but as far as I can tell I was part of an STS empire that had just taken over a new planet. There was still a lot to be done to integrate all the people into our system. I think I was some sort of sorcerer/scientist, because I was searching out various magical artifacts the planet was supposed to hold to bring them into the empire's possession. I worked out of a huge, silvery ship. A few of the common people from the planet had been brought onto the ship I was on because they were deemed especially useful in providing information or services.
One of the people brought on was a teenage male- an infant in my eyes. His name was John. He was supposed to know where a great many of these artifacts were located, but he was going out of his way to be unhelpful to us and had clammed up. His youth caused me to be somewhat lenient, as I merely saw him as a foolish child, but I was quickly losing my patience with his lack of cooperation. I was planning out all the things I and my crew had to do that day, and I said something like "You've got (some short amount of time) to loosen that tongue, Johnny. I'd hate to have to torture you again, but I will. You're going to tell me where that artifact is and then we can all get on with our nice day."
Toward the end of the dream he still hadn't spilled, and I was moving to bleed the information out of him without the slightest shred of guilt, though I still would have preferred to avoid such methods. I wasn't a sadist, but would spare no effort to get what I wanted, including torturing children. I thankfully woke up before that part could actually happen. It was an interesting look into the kind of person I could be if things had gone entirely differently.
A lot of the dream is fuzzy now, but as far as I can tell I was part of an STS empire that had just taken over a new planet. There was still a lot to be done to integrate all the people into our system. I think I was some sort of sorcerer/scientist, because I was searching out various magical artifacts the planet was supposed to hold to bring them into the empire's possession. I worked out of a huge, silvery ship. A few of the common people from the planet had been brought onto the ship I was on because they were deemed especially useful in providing information or services.
One of the people brought on was a teenage male- an infant in my eyes. His name was John. He was supposed to know where a great many of these artifacts were located, but he was going out of his way to be unhelpful to us and had clammed up. His youth caused me to be somewhat lenient, as I merely saw him as a foolish child, but I was quickly losing my patience with his lack of cooperation. I was planning out all the things I and my crew had to do that day, and I said something like "You've got (some short amount of time) to loosen that tongue, Johnny. I'd hate to have to torture you again, but I will. You're going to tell me where that artifact is and then we can all get on with our nice day."
Toward the end of the dream he still hadn't spilled, and I was moving to bleed the information out of him without the slightest shred of guilt, though I still would have preferred to avoid such methods. I wasn't a sadist, but would spare no effort to get what I wanted, including torturing children. I thankfully woke up before that part could actually happen. It was an interesting look into the kind of person I could be if things had gone entirely differently.
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