Throughout the ages, men have spoken about the same Gods, albeit with different names. Our gods have always been able to fly, spit fire, control human minds, shift shapes and do anything they wanted to. And what’s interesting is that these stories about gods have been passed on for hundreds of generations. Men have been praying to some of those gods for more than a thousand years. Such is the influence and legends of gods.
Well, there is all the above and then there is me. Sidemon, the God of,…., wait, what am I a God of. Oh Yeah!! God of Dreams. My Superpower? Do you ask? I can change and control your dreams. That’s it. I have the amazing superpower of controlling an aspect of mankind that nobody cares about. And as a result, humankind has forgotten me. There are no temples with my name on them. No scriptures or praise is ever written about me. There is no one on earth who either remembers me or knows about me because no folklore and tales have been passed on to the new generation. I am the unwritten truth that nobody knows.
Very well aware of my situation I pour the last drop of wine, procured by my unlimited quota of liquor, provided by the supreme lord of lords to all the Gods. As I take the chalice to my lips I hear in my ears those words I will never forget. From the sound of it, these seemed to have been spoken by a small girl of roughly 5 years of age. At first, I thought the lord of mischief was playing a prank on me. But when the sound persisted I could feel a sudden spark of joy run through my veins. I closed my eyes, and I could see the little girl in a polka-dotted frock with her hands folded, sitting on her knees, hands on the bed, and head bent down, praying to me with her eyes closed.
“Dear God of Dreams. Mama says she gets terrible dreams. She can’t sleep. She has not been able to do so for 30 days now. She says she sees monsters in her dreams who push her off a cliff, and she is constantly falling. I hate to see her like that. Because of this, she doesn’t even play with me anymore. She is always sleepy and sad. She never laughs or jokes with me. Before daddy died she was the funniest person I knew. Even funnier than my best friend, Agnacia, at school. The doctor says if she could somehow sleep she would be back to normal. I know you would ask me why I am not asking this from the god of sleep. I have been doing that for a month now, but he does not seem to be listening. So I thought I might ask you because dreams only come when you sleep. Please help me, God.”
I am a God, and I have trained in the academy of legends for 1345 years exactly for this kind of situation. But at this moment I did not know what to do. After getting out of the academy all I have done is drink wine and write endless dreams. I never got to practice the part where you help somebody and therefore I forgot. But I must do something about it. I ask myself as I look in the mirror of realms. All I see is a lackluster face with dead eyes. So much for being a god of dreams.
I finish my alcohol and exit my bedroom into this corridor of nothingness. It is said that this path has been nothing to many and something to everyone. Every God who has walked on this hallway has either gotten lost or has found the meaning of his/her existence. I was forced to go back to my room for the 500th year lest I might get lost.
”Please help me God” my ears ring again. “Please help me” I shut my eyes and concentrate on blocking the sound. And now there is peace. A dry smile curls my lips as I open my eyes to enjoy the newfound quiet. “Sob Sob.” This time it was the crying that hit my ears. Now I might be drunk, and I might be lost, but crying is something I cannot tolerate. I gather all the courage and step out my door into the corridor of nothingness, this time knowing very well where I needed to go.
The pink walls of her bedroom were the first thing that got my attention. The picture of Miley Cyrus singing in a pink top with heart-shaped stickers on the picture was what got my attention next. Before I could see anything else, the scream distracted me. “Moooooommmmmmyyyyy.”
‘Woah Woah. Hold on, why are you shouting? I say, rubbing my ears and scratching my belly.
“Who are you? Wh…what are you doing here? What do you want?” She asked before hesitating a little.
“I am the god of dreams, and you were praying to me, remember? Now tell me, what is it that you want, and why were you crying?” I asked as my eyes darted from one item in the room to the next. She was so taken aback that she could not speak.
“Why is everything pink in your room, and why don’t you speak up?” I asked rather inattentively even before she could say anything.
“MOOOOOOOMMMMM” I wasn’t ready for the first scream, and I was so not ready for the second one either. I ran towards her and clasped her mouth, ensuring she doesn’t scream again.
“Listen, I told you I am the god of dreams, and I think I might be able to help your mother.” Said I, this time more attentive and deliberate in my mannerisms. As soon as she heard these words come out of my mouth, her body loosened a little. She nodded as an indication for me to remove my hands and as a promise not to scream. I obliged.
“How can you help my mom?” she asked.
“You said she could not sleep, right?”
“Yes. Well, she could earlier, but now she doesn’t because she is scared of the dreams.”
“What about sleeping pills?”
“She doesn’t take them as she is too afraid to dream.”
“Well, that is something I might be able to change.” I say as I take out a notebook from my pocket and flip to page 76 of the book from Chapter III.
Chapter III of the ‘Book of Godly Guidelines’ contained the process of conjuring daydreams. I took my time to read through the chapter while the girl kept looking at me, still a bit unsure about me and a little scared of me. She maintained her distance. I finished reading, put the book in my back pocket, took a step back, closed my eyes, and started conjuring the most beautiful dream I had ever done and planted in the girl’s mother’s mind.
Men and women worldwide spend billions of dollars and waste countless hours consuming intoxicating substances to reach a state of internal happiness. A point where one loses the grip of reality and is transported into their own utopia. BILLIONS OF DOLLARS. I do it for free. All you have to do is pray to me, and your wish shall be granted. The good part about being a god of dreams is that I, unlike other gods, don’t have to weigh the wish on the scale of good and bad. I am like a vending machine. You enter a wish and get the exact same dream. The best part is that the dreams are granted 24×7. Even during the day.
A daydream! Yes, that’s what I had planted in the little girl’s mother’s mind. A dream which represented her utopia. I saw her dream that dream. I saw her eyes sparkle again. I saw her body loosen on the bed she was lying on. I saw her wrap the pillow with her legs, and I saw her close her eyes. She was in deep sleep. The dream would continue till the time the mother does not get well.
“It’s done.” I said to the little girl as I drew my attention back to the girl.
“What’s done?” She asked
“Your mom is asleep now”
“What? You have not moved an inch from the place. How is it done?”
“I am the FORGOTTEN GOD OF DREAMS.” I said this with a satisfied smile as I vanished back to my room.
Back in my room, no girl was crying, the god in the mirror of realms was as shiny as he could be AND as I exited my room in the hallway of nothingness, I knew what I wanted to do.
