"I wish...I wish I could know what it was really like...
without getting hurt."
 | The Dreamer is the unknown, inviolate, untouchable factor of the equation. She exists in the real world, where she stifles her secret desires, feeding them her shame, her guilt, and in turn awaking new fantasies to purge her of those shameful scenes. The fantasies thus become ever more dirty and depraved, until they are unleashed into the night in the form of a dream made real. The Dreamer is not a risk taker, but if she were, she'd have no need for the Construct...a being to take risks for her, to experience the world that she only watches from afar. |
Who is the Dreamer? She could be a bank teller, a bespectacled librarian, CEO of a megacorporation, a rocket scientist, a driving instructor, a blacksmith's daughter, a bishop's wife, mother of five, a novelist, a reader of novels, a 400 pound recluse, a 90 pound starlet, an 80 year old spinster, a naive girl, or simply an average, everyday woman, in any time, in any place. Or she might just be a quiet schoolteacher with the secret power to make wishes come true...in the worst way possible. Who and what she really is matters little, because anyone can have a secret fantasy. Rarely, though, are those secret fantasies so strangled that they are driven from the conscious mind into reality. She can't help seeking release from time to time, and she feels so wicked, so sinful in doing so, especially when those terrible imaginings come to the forefront at that time. Weak, she feels so weak against them, but as she works herself to ecstacy, her mind plays out these fantasies that she can't hide from in such moments. In her furtive imaginings she is being ravished by a thousand faceless villains all at once, many of whom do not bear any semblance to humanity. Cruel and merciless are her imagined tormentors, forcing her body into hysterical paroxysms. (And it must be forced, at least at first, for to willingly enjoy such depravity would be unthinkable.) Such release is seldom sought, however. The fantasies feed the Dreamer's self-scorn, and build upon her sense of overwhelming guilt. Like the fantasies themselves, this guilt is pushed down deep into her core, hidden from casual eyes. And it is through this repression, this building guilt and rising shame, that the Construct is given life. | |
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