It's a powerful thing.
One may just initiate change within a matter of seconds, minutes, hours, days.
An instant change, usually uncalled for.
Some may be positive, but mostly negative.
It all depends on the field of influence the subject is exposed to.
People do succumb to this phenomenon. Friends, lovers, enemies. And they turn out differently.
Most of the time, change that results in conflict and strains in relationship between these people. Bonds are broken, hearts are shattered and friendships are tested.


Have I fallen prey to influence? We all have. It's humanly.
Many have I spectated succumbed to change. Influence shifts existence into a different form, causing a major disruption upon impact.
Recovery time is minimal; which explains why this impact becomes very significant.
As close friends/observers, we can instinctually sense a disturbance in the atmospheric quality.
To me? Change due to influence is fine and acceptable as long as the influenced do not lose themselves and forget who they really are.
Point taken: Don't let influence change you into something you're not.


...and that was what I was made to realize by the man in my dream.
It was a very discreet and momentary dream, a pause to the nightmare that had apparently haunted half of my restless night before proceeding on the much 'anticipated' sequel.
In a sense, you could say that was some sort of vision.
I tried to interpret it the closest possible way I could, and that is what is written above.
Conveyed by the wise sage that resided within the deepest depths of my dreams. Although it had previously claimed to be a monument representative of my every sin (which was, in fact, titanic in appearance), and also many other different forms, I know deep down inside that it was all the doing of one entity. Who knows?


It could also possibly be God reaching out to me and passing over his wisdom through adopting several other physical forms and appearing in my dreams.
I know what all of you are thinking: I'm probably bullshitting about getting sagely dreams.
Sadly no, this happens to be the seventh time (as far as i can remember) I had this sort of dream. Where there is nothing but me, another unidentified wise being, talking, in the infinite abyss.
Like, an inner self-confession time.


After the pause in that infinite black abyss, the nightmare continued and faded back in.
Like a horror screenplay being broadcasted on TV with the random adverts in-between.
That's one thing I like about my dreams. My ideas and thoughts mostly flourish from dreams. And each of my dreams always carry some sort of significance or a strong implication of a capable drama play (hence the syf script heheh).
Somehow, I was relieved to have gone through that dream.
It made me realize things and gain experience.


...


And in that nightmare, I was consistently running away from a high-profile paedophile rapist while at the same time, devising a plan to kill him.
I was one of the kids being illegally trafficked and sold into slavery.
So I led a rebellion against the organization with a few comrades (co-slaves).
The world seemed like a scary place. Endless bloodshed, lives were lost, many were unhappy. Suffering was everywhere. Conflicts were imminent. The state of the world was apocalyptic.
My heart goes out to the children subjected to such a fate in reality.
Honestly I don't remember what happened at the end, people tend to forget. The first thing I did when I woke up was to recall every fragment of that little discussion time with the unidentified Sage.


I'd better end here for now, I need to continue writing the script for my portfolio.
Till then.


p/s To all the paedophiles,
FUCK YOU _l_