Third episode on podcast from Untold Tales Channel. This time we take a look at people living inside their dream bubble. How harmful might they be to the society? Maybe they are not harmful at all? Are they useful or something should be done with them? How do you see this topic? Visit coal mines, amazon jungle and much more to get to know my truth about it. Best of all!
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Story about depressed souls whose psychological shield was not hard enough to sustain the life difficulties. They all made very desperate and same decision though they came from very different and at times distant places. What would be their fate? Immerse yourself in an unidentified space-time, in a snowy, cold afternoon besides the railway track.
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From
the monkeys playing volleyball in an outer space using planets as
balls to a woman taking shower which changes into the waterfall
splashing
straight into the big city centre. His
paint brush moved slowly along the canvas. It was almost ready to be
displayed on the most prestigious galleries all around the globe. His
previous artworks granted him the reputation of the finest new
generation surrealism painter. The new ones are going to match up
with high expectations. There will be numerous articles in a
specialist press praising him even more than before. He will be
revered as he always wished to be. Obviously, it will largely affect
the prices of his masterpieces at the auctions. Who knows, maybe they
will reach seven digits?
The
paintings have been created in the bubble. His own bubble. He has
been walking inside
it for the last 40 years. Theoretically he
knew he could do the same outside the bubble, but he did not. For the
outsiders his job was just moving the coal from one heap to the
other. They said it was for the benefit of the society and they also
told that he should stop daydreaming.
But
the bubble never disappeared. His co-workers quickly noted down his
mental absence and ridiculed him for that. He, however ridiculed them
back without them knowing it what made it the most perfect revenge
one might think of, as they could not combat it. They did not have
their own bubbles and they really believed in a bullshit that moving
coal from one heap to the other might help to build a better world.
Poor morons. He already accumulated decent amount of money to
purchase the painting equipment and he will show what he can do. And
it will happen very soon. Just a few paintings more inside a safe
bubble...
Abrupt
signal from material world awoke him from swimming in the pool of his
thoughts... He had utmost impression that someone was just watching
him. He turned back and saw a black car parked nearby his heap...
The
other side of the planet Earth, deep jungle.
He
was lying alone inside his hut in his hammock as he always had been.
He didn't want to learn neither how to shot birds with that silly,
long, wooden tube called curara, nor how to build the house, nor was
he willing to drink ayahuesca liquid which caused only dizziness and
strange visions he did not enjoy. Not to mention the ritual of
reducing the head size of defeated enemy his Jibaro tribe had been
practising for ages. The only thing he really liked about living in
the jungle were the lonely nights. Because of the constant humming,
buzzing, snuffling, moaning, croaking and obviously cicadas sounds
those nights should not be called silent nights. He loved them
anyways as that it was the perfect time to do with the greatest
intensity what he does more or less on daily basis, that is to
imagine how the world beyond the jungle might look like? How they
hunt for food, what kind of houses do they have, what kind of tools
they use? He was not scared of it. Just curious. He always wanted to
get there and he knew that such a moment will come sooner or later.
He was the one who asked most questions
when man from the outside world visited the jungle. Those man left
many curious gifts such as stick, which shines like a sun or a long
colourful something, which strangely fits the
size of leg...
The
boy stretched in a hammock and said to himself “ I am sure there is
no wizardry in it as shaman claims, there must be a practical use for
those things...”, he did not finish his analysis cause the
shaman entered the hut and said : “The time has come.” The boy
knew that his time indeed came. He was to be judged. They said he
lives inside a dream bubble and is not adaptable to society. He
assumed he was going to be expelled from the village what
paradoxically might even force him to look for the outside world –
his dearest dream. They went outside and he saw something he had
never seen before. Hundreds of men who belonged to the outside world
were tied in a circle besides fireplace and tribal fellows were
dancing around them. “ We are waiting for the last guests” a
shaman said.
The
other side of the planet Earth. Very cramped space.
He
did not know the names of his parents. He did not receive any formal
education. Up to the age of 25 he only knew 4 things : wretched old
coach, stinking red carpet and an old TV placed in a small table in
front of him. All of that amounted to merely 10 square meter. That
was enough for him. The monster who was coming there once a week in
order to rape him totally underestimated him. The boy built such a
powerful bubble that no one and never could break it. It sufficed for
him to watch the TV channels to learn the language. He also improved
his physical strength repeating series of exercises displayed on a
breakfast TV show. The boy couldn't tell what was the breakfast
because firstly he received from the monster food supply only once a
week and secondly he couldn't separate parts of the day from each
other.
Boy also suspected that contrary to what monster told him, the world
beyond 10 square meters really exists and is liveable and not
contaminated, as monster claims. “ If it were contaminated how
could the monster survived right there?”, the boy was wondering.
Nevertheless, what really kept him alive were the stories he created
inside his bubble. The grain of inspiration stems from TV images,
but the rest is the outcome of his imagination. Not always coherent
with the laws of physics or any laws at all. Castles on a floating
islands, bugs bigger than humans, pocket-size lions, stars which
could be reached with a bare hand... The boy definitely lacked in
perception of reality, but it did not make him weaker. It made him
far stronger.
It
happened when the boy turned 25. The monster came as if it was just
another day but it was not. The boy knew exactly what to do. The same
second the monster opened the door the boy greeted him with hit into
the solar plexus, kicked him forcefully and taking advantage of the
situation, for the first time in his life, he went outside. The box
he was enclosed within, was surrounded by trees, being apparently a
bunker in the woods. However, it was not time to contemplate the
view. He sat down on a still conscious monster and strangled him with
bare hands.
“
Get up. You will come with us”, the boy turned up his head and saw
two men in black suits, black hats and black sunglasses inviting him
to take a back seat in their black car.
“
I am not going anywhere”, replied the boy.
“Oh,
yes you will”, said the taller of two men.
Two
months before - the secret headquarters of the organization so secret
that nobody (including its employees) knows how it is called. The
conference room.
“
We have to eliminate them all. They are just too dangerous. We need
people who can work hard and do exactly what they are told to do
without unnecessary questions. And they are not fulfilling such
criteria”, said a chief of the organization with a name unknown
even to him.
“Excuse
me... Isn't it exaggerated to eliminate them all... maybe it would
suffice to...”, the woman in black did not manage to finish that
sentence.
“Oh,
come on. Nobody is talking about physical extermination. We just want
to kick them out of our society.”
“
But how we gonna do that?”, stated another woman in black.
“
Did I say that it is time for questions? We have concluded agreement
with certain Amazon tribe. Your detailed instructions will be sent
to your secret devices. Tommy and Jimmy!!??”
“Yes,
Sir?!!”, replied simultaneously two men in black who looked like
twins.
“
You will handle the 2 most difficult cases. And you will be
responsible for transportation of our secret device right into the
heart of the Amazon jungle!”
“
To your service, as always, Sir!!!”.
Back to two months after, vicinity of coal mines in an unknown
country
He
turned back and saw a black car parked nearby his heap. Inside it,
there
were two men dressed in black.. “ What or who are they looking
for? I'd better check it out myself.” At the same time they both
left their car.
“Are
you looking for someone?”
“
Yes, just for you. We are more than curious to see how well you can
paint.”
“
Ekhmmm, how did you know that...”
“
Man, we don't have time for that. Either you accept our offer or you
might forget about you career at this field!” “That sounds like
a nonsensical piece of crap”, he thought, but entered the car
anyway. “ What the hell are you doing and why is he
unconscious?...” He didn't manage to finish what he wanted to
finish as two men in black injected a drug into him,
which made him also unconscious.
Two
men in black along with intoxicated daydreamers headed south-west to
the place where flight jet to Ecuador had been already arranged.
Throughout the whole journey daydreamers were asleep. Men in black
started to worry that drugs they administered were too strong.
Amazon
jungle, Ecuador
“Hey,
wake up! Both of you I mean”, said a taller man in black. The
twenty-five-year-old boy along with daydreaming coal industry worker
stood up in amazement realizing that they were surrounded by the most
profound vegetation system on the planet Earth. Tall trees growing
one beside the other forming the sea of greenery, housing uncountable
strains of plants, cicadas, poisonous snakes, scorpios, harmful ants,
crocodiles, the king of bush- jaguar and above all mosquitoes. All of
it was just in front of them.
“Wow,
that's incredible”, said a boy who apparently changed one form of
misery into the other.
“
We are not here for a sightseeing. One of you takes this package”,
smaller man in black pointed towards tightly wrapped package of the
size of certain slot machine. “ The other takes machete and will
pave the way for the rest of us. We will secure the back and tell you
where to go.” The fact that the man in black possessed a gun made
this offer non-negotiable.
They
kept walking for 2 days with no food supply what made it pretty
hazardous owing to high temperatures and insane humidity.
Village
of Jibaro tribe
Just
a few moments after shaman said that we were waiting for another
guests , the group of four man,
two of them dressed like black ants, walked in. One of them was
carrying quite a big object, supposedly of ceremonial value. Two
black ants men talked to shaman for a while but a tribal boy was too
far away from that to overhear anything. The other two men were asked
to join the tied people in the circle.
The
tribal dance took three consecutive days and nights. During that
process the record breaking amount of ayahuasca
was produced as there was around one hundred daydreamers caught.
The shaman made weird gestures which tribal boy perceived as overly
excessive. After that however, something strange started to happen.
Tribal boy observed that all around him and his fellow, yet unknown
daydreamers, formed
real, tangible bubbles. People were trapped inside
them and tried to escape but it was futile. The shaman carried on
his, so called songs, so painful to ears; he shook his rattle and
danced all around them again. That time it caused all the bubbles to
reduce their sizes to a ping-pong ball.
The
giant, mysterious package brought by black men
was finally unwrapped. It turned out that it hit
the pinball machine...
“
It seems that all the things worked perfectly”, said two men in
black at the same time.
“It's
high time we played it!” After saying so they took all the balls
from the ground.
“
Ha ha. Do you hear that? They are protesting!” laughed one of them.
“
Hell, yeah. They wish they could.”
“
Put the balls and one coin. I will play first and then we will take
turns.” The pinball machine was loaded with 100 hundred balls,
instead of just one. It required from a man in black much more skills
than from causal players. The balls moved crazily and people inside
them screamed heavily .
The flipper were at constant move, bumpers were permanently being hit
by one ball or the other and the control lamps made a disco by
turning on and off on a perpetual loop. It was such a fascinating
game that even the shaman begged to let him play this.
“We
should speed it up”, he said. As insane as it was before, when they
switched to level 2 , it became literally unbearable. The human eye
couldn't have caught the balls moving so fast and if it hadn't been
for shaman who took over it, the whole
effort might have been lost. Using his magical eye, the shaman saw it
all perfectly and even accelerated it by turning on level 3. Hardly
after he did it, all the balls shot itself into the space one after
the other till the machine became empty. They travelled at velocity
exceeding the speed of light what made them all reach another
galaxies and perhaps another planets sooner than anyone else could
using more popular methods.
“
Ok, mission is complete”
said as always simultaneously men in black.
The
secret headquarters of the organization so secret that nobody
(including its employees) knows how it is
called, the chief's room, 2 years later
Knock,
knock.
“
Yes, please come in.”
“ We
have a recent development report, Sir.”, said familiar men in
black, talking as usually altogether.
“
And what's up with it?”
“ It
is not good, Sir. We are at standstill in almost all critical
branches of human activity. New technologies, economy, art,
literature, music, science... There was no notable progress since the
last two years...”
“
Why is it so?”
“
Humanity is suffering from the shortage of creativity. No new, brave
ideas are being proposed. We only repeat what has been already
invented...”
“That's
too bad, boys. Too bad. What are your suggestions?”
“
Well, actually we shot the most remarkable representatives of
creative elements up into the space just two years ago and it
appears that the only way to move forward for the mankind is to bring
them all back.”
