Evil begets evil

Date: 10/4/2018

Standing on the grassy hill on the public park next to my house, I saw a series of vehicles that ranged from small tractor size to five story building size run through our property. Each vehicle came in single file groups that overlapped each other as these monsters of destruction were not restrained by physical means. As each series of vehicles ran through our property, something changed. At first, there padding removed my house, then they slowly aged the vegetation in the yard until it all withered and died, finally, they built a mansion of a length that reached the horizon. In front of the mansion lay a barb-wire garden fence, with a vegetable and fruit garden inside the parameter. In order to reach the door of the mansion, you had to go through the garden gate parallel to the house. From there, it was about 100 meters to the door. As I approached the garden, I noticed that everything about it was perverse and twisted. All the fruits had grotesque faces and the plants all were barbed and sickly. As I tried to approach the gate, I was attacked by the flora. Each time I tried to get in, I would be attached in various ways by the various plants, I had acid spit at me along with sour and spicy juices that burned my eyes. I was electrocuted, bitten, slammed, cut, lacerated, and injured in many more ways. All the while, the garden’s plants spoke to me with their twisted faces as they discouraged me from getting in. They tried to demoralize me, tell me dark secrets, and distract me with the dark truths and happenings of the world. Finally, I grabbed hold of one of the plants used it as a weapon against the garden. It screams and wailed in response. I started making progress into the garden when a large rose dragged me down into the dirt. Underneath the garden was a pool of water that the plants drank from and from this pool, the evil rose spread its corruption to the other plants. It boasted of it’s power and might. It said I wouldn’t be able to stop it and would only do as it pleased. With that, it brought me back up to the garden and left me there. For days, I fought to get to the door of the mansion. Finally, I succeeded. When I opened the door to the mansion up, I woke into another dream. In this dream, I was 6 and had a twin. We we each listened to our mother tell us the story about the dream I had just had. She told us of how the flower was originally created. The flower was a by-product of all the suffering of the world. It first manifested in a hospital out in the country-side inside one of the patients. During surgery, the doctor found and extracted it. Appearing as a normal rose, he was perplexed but he discarded it into the compost pile in the countryside. From there the plant grew. I looked out one of the bedroom windows from where my mother was telling the story and realized I was in the mansion, except this time the evil garden spanned for as far as the eye could see. I looked down at my hands and realized that I had the evil rose in the form of a rubber sap. I used this to keep my twin away from me so that he couldn’t bully me into doing things I didn’t want to do. He complained to my mother that I was bullying him by hitting him with the sap and that he wanted it so things could be fair. My mother saw through the lie and denied him. He came after me, trying to get the evil rose sap. I fended him off for awhile before throwing it to my mother and running off. As I ran down the stairs, time changed and I was now my current age. I at a facility that floated on the water. Attached to it was a wetland that had a caged walkway going around it. The presence of the evil rose wasn’t there. I ran around this walkway as I tried to distance myself from my twin as much as possible. Finally, he caught up to me and started to fight me physically. He told me he was tired of having me deny who he was while also sending him mixed messages. He was confused and sad and angry. Suddenly from the wetland rose a giant tree that started talking. From it’s perverse face, we knew it was the evil rose. We told it that it wasn’t suppose to be here and that this area was safe. It responded that no area was beyond it’s reach and that it had been sleeping dormant for thousands of years until it could pop up at the right time. It asked if we wanted it’s power and that accepting it’s power would mean the destruction of everything else, including the other twin. I denied it but my twin accepted it. I cried out as I feared for my mother and everything else I cared for. The world started to turn to ash, including my other twin. The rose told him that destruction begets destruction and evil begets evil. That in choosing the rose, my twin destroyed himself. Instead, the roses power would go to me and through it I would gain power, but sour everything I touched. Then the world went white. I was eating dinner at a table with a girl and her parents that I knew who, but couldn’t recognize me. My dead twin brother who sat in his chair in a comatose state, my mother who was obviously uncomfortable, and my father who was acting like everything was all right. My dream up until that point had been a story I was telling these people. I asked the girl who seemed ignorant of truth to tell me what I was really trying to say. My father tensed. The truth was that I was a homosexual, I had relations with my twin, my father was in denial and my mother did everything she could keep the peace in the house and protect everyone. As the girl spoke each truth, my father’s anger grew and he tried to attack me as he realized what was said. At first I fended him off, but with each truth spoken, I became more angry at him for the fact that he was angry at the truth. I came at him with a fork and he came at me with a broken wine glass and we began attacking each other until woke up for the last time.