Another dream

I had the weirdest dream.

I was working for a publishing house/newspaper at the turn of the century, very early 1900. And I got sent to Czechoslovakia to a cancer hospital. It was like a prison for prisoners of war/hospital for cancer people.

And I was supposed to pick the best story, or most impressive story to get published, and whoever I picked would be released and cured, because they had the cure, but it was only available for rich people. It was like a lottery scheme, where we save someone with a worthy story. And I get there and everyone was behind bars, in beds, with mould everywhere and some plants, like ivy growing from the walls, around the prisoners, and into the ground. And they all knew why I’m there, so they were raising their bald heads, with almost see-through skin, and deep dark eyes with glimmers of hope in them. Some of them were even smiling. They were all weak and most of them couldn’t speak, and those who could were begging me to pick them, screaming, crying, trying all sorts of tricks, bald women, all locked in the same cell, trying with whatever was left of their charms to seduce me, others were promising me all of their possessions, land, houses and money…

And suddenly I had a thought!

I can’t pick who gets to live or die. That is a power that no man should have! I don’t want that power! But I can’t save everyone either… But I can try. So, I decided to make a big announcement: I am going to take all of their stories with me in the hopes that they will warm the hearts of the people who can actually save them, who have the means and access to that life-saving technology, (which involved a little bit of science, alchemy and various other methods, no one really knew how it works outside the people who invented it, but what mattered is that it did work). And even if their minds would be hard to change, at least I could give everyone an equal chance…

So right when I was about to say it, one of the prisoners escapes from his cell and starts grabbing me, begging me in a very broken English to take him out of there, saying that he is some aristocrat from a northern family, and he will give me everything he owns, but we must hurry, we have to go now, before the guard shows up! And is said no, you don’t need to escape, listen, everything is going to be alright, I’m about to make this big announcement… And the guard came and he shot him.

As they were carrying his body away, more guards came and they grabbed me and started to drag me towards the now empty cell from where that prisoner tried to escape. And I was protesting, saying “what are you doing, where are you taking me, I have a big announcement to make…” and they were ignoring me, or saying things like “yeah, of course you do, you can have your announcement later...”. So they locked me in that cell and the weeds started to grow around me and I was getting weaker and weaker…

Because, you see, that was the cancer cure. Those weeds were sucking the life out of the prisoners and they would give it to the rich, who could afford it…