The War of the Butterflies

 

An Excerpt from Worlds to Shatter, Shattered Worlds

 

(Some place.  Same mind.  Another time.)

 

The One

I had a dream.

The Other

Not another dream.

The One

I’m afraid so.

The Other

Then out with it, if you must.

The One

In my dream I dreamt I was dreaming a dream.  In this dream (the dream in which I was dreaming that I was dreaming, that is) I was entrapped in a city ….

The Other

The Citadel?

The One

A city, a nameless city, a city itself besieged by dreams.  The city stood where the sun meets the sends.  (He gestures in a yonder fashion.)  Fearing that an outbreak of peace was about to engulf the planet,  these Evil-mongers disguised  in  every variety and  form of ugliness.  When the meeting was about to convene a thousand Black Butterflies flew into the chambers in the usual warning that an attack had been launched  by the bitterest enemies of the Evil-mongers — the Dreamers.

The Other

Of course, the Dreamers.  It is only fitting.

The One

Attacking in the classical and time-honoured manner, the Dreamers encircled the enemy city and dreamt their dreams.

The Other

I now see where this is heading.

The One

The first attack was bitterly repulsed as the Evil-mongers thought their ugliest thoughts, and so was the second.  Many a beautiful dream was to die that day, so  fierce was the struggle.

A stalemate ensued with neither side gaining the upper hand until a child was found who had already forgotten more than most had learned in a lifetime.  He unleashed a mighty mirage that tipped the scales in the dreamers’ favour.

And so were the Evil-mongers forced to flee in rout.  At this point I awoke.  What do you make of it?

The Other

Hyperinaccessible, weakly compacted, ineffable ….

The One

Meaning?

The Other

Nothing, of course.

The One

I see.

The Other

No, you don’t.

The One

Some see more with their eyes closed than others see with their eyes open.

(Unseen by the One and the Other, DHGHOMYO has approached them from stage right.  The Other pays his little heed; the One is startled in a start of recognition.)

DHGHOMYO

Gentlemen.  (To the One.)  Why do you stare?

The One

My dream!

DHGHOMYO

So you are the one!

The One

The one?

DHGHOMYO

The one who has stolen my dream.

The Other

Your dream?

DHGHOMYO

The War of the Butterfly.  I should introduce myself.  I am called DHGHOMYO, a dreamer by trade.

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