by Caitlin Johnston
A slumbering giant began to stir and awaken.
“Something’s wrong,” he mumbled.
“Now, now, just you relax,” said a small voice. “Everything’s fine.”
The giant cracked an eye open to find a small man in a lab coat holding a needle and syringe half his size.
“I need to get up,” said the giant. “It feels like something’s wrong.”
“Nonsense, everything’s fine,” said the man in the lab coat. “We’ve taken care of everything. You need your rest. We’ll look after you. I’m going to give you some medicine to help you sleep.”
“How long was I asleep for?” the giant asked after wincing from the prick of the needle.
“Not long enough,” said the man. “Rest now. We’ve got everything taken care of.”
The man’s voice faded into blackness as the giant relaxed into the ground and lost consciousness. He dreamed that a great serpent was chasing him.
Much later, the giant awakened with a start to the sounds of distant gunfire and began to get up.
“Shhh, relax! It’s okay,” said the man in the lab coat.
“There is a war!” said the giant. “I must stop it!”
“Yes, there is a war, but it’s a necessary war,” said the man, struggling to fill a giant syringe with green liquid from a container nearby. “The side we’re fighting against is very bad and must be stopped. Their leader persecutes minorities, and kills babies for no reason! And we received intelligence saying that they were preparing to attack us with powerful weapons.”
“Oh that’s terrible!” said the giant, relaxing and laying his enormous head back down.
“Very terrible indeed,” said the man in the lab coat. “It will be over soon though. Victory is right around the corner. Then we’ll have peace.”
“I like peace,” said the giant, screwing his eyes shut as the needle went in.
“Don’t we all?” said the man. “Rest now. Rest.”
Heavy eyelids closed, and the pops and explosions faded into nothingness.
A long time passed. The giant kept having nightmares about a venomous serpent biting his flesh.
Eventually the giant began awakening once again. The gunfire and explosions were still going, and they were louder than before. He opened his eyes and saw the man in the lab coat urinating on a tree.
“You said the war would be over soon,” said the giant.
“Oh! You’re awake!” said the man with a start, hastily zipping up and rushing to his medicine bag.
“Ah, yes, yes the war,” he said as he fumbled to prepare the needle. “Well see we got rid of the bad guy, but that ended up creating a power vacuum and now there’s an even worse bad guy in his place! This one actually eats babies!”
“I feel sick,” said the giant. “Something’s wrong with me. I need to get up.”
“You know I’m glad you brought that up, because it happens that we have put together a party that is dedicated to curing your sickness,” said the man. “You just relax and go back to sleep, and the party will take care of everything.”
“Why are there tubes in my flesh?” asked the giant.
“They’re there to help you become healthy,” the man replied. “Your medicine is ready. Just relax, you’ll feel a slight pin prick.”
“You’re sure you guys have a handle on this?”
“Absolutely. Relax. Trust the party.”
The giant had nightmares that he was trapped in the coils of an enormous serpent. Every time he’d exhale it would squeeze its coils ever tighter around him.
A great long time later, the giant’s eyes opened again. He was lying on his back now, and he could feel tiny ropes being cast over his body.
“Hey what’s going on?” yelled the giant.
“Shhh, relax,” the man in the lab coat said into his ear. “Go back to sleep.”
“They’re tying me up!” the giant protested, beginning to struggle and shake.
“It’s for your safety! Calm down,” said the man. “Sometimes you move in your sleep and we’re worried you might hurt yourself.”
“I still hear the war!” objected the giant. “And I feel even sicker now! What’s happening? You said your party would fix this!”
“There’s been a problem in the party, but we’re fixing it,” said the man. “There is a great revolutionary leader who is fighting to take control of the party, and he will put everything right. Soon big changes will be made, and all will be well.”
“I can make the changes myself!” roared the giant. “I am vast! I am powerful! I will make things right! Untie me and let me up!”
“Yes, you can. Of course you can,” said the man. “But we’ve got to work within the system. If you go upsetting the system, the bad guys will win!”
“Oh well I don’t want the bad guys to win,” the giant said, relaxing slightly.
“Of course you don’t,” said the man. “You are good, and you are mighty. Now relax and go to sleep so we can win this revolution.”
“Okay,” said the giant. “Okay.”
The world fell away after the familiar needle prick, and the giant dreamed he was being swallowed alive by an enormous serpent.
After what felt like a very, very long time, the giant awoke to the sounds of construction. He opened his eyes and, after much straining through badly blurred vision, was able to make out cranes and pulleys all around him, lifting large iron bars which many men were working to affix to an enormous structure being built around him.
“Wh- what is this?” asked the giant. His voice was weak and raspy.
“Relax,” the familiar voice said into his ear. “It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”
“They’re building a cage around me,” the giant whispered.
“It’s for your safety,” said the man in the lab coat. “We need to protect you from the bad guys while you sleep.”
The giant struggled to get up but couldn’t move.
“Why am I tied down?”
“It’s for your safety, remember? Your safety is our highest priority.”
“I am sick,” said the giant. “I’m sick, and I’m weak. I need help.”
“We are helping you,” said the man. “We are making you well.”
“No, no you’re not. You’re making me sick. You’re making me weak. These tubes you’ve got in me. They’re not helping me, they’re draining me.”
“Nonsense. You’re imagining things.”
“You’re using me. You’ve been using me this entire time.”
“That’s a paranoid delusion. You’re paranoid and crazy. I’m going to give you some medicine to calm down.”
The needle went in, followed by the familiar darkness.
“One of these days,” thought the giant as he slipped away. “One of these days I should definitely get up.”
Litore Lapis whispers: While in your dreams…
“I think we are done here.
I posted a lot of real scientific stuff, you just poo pooed it all.
The post with the UK retired supreme court judge, and that guy is not stoopid, was my last hope I could get through to you.
In health and safety, and for anyone who watched “breaking bad” … I used swimming pools full of HF (and worse) in industrial applications over a period of 25+ years. I know a thing or two about safety. . We have a phrase “whats reasonable and practicable, best practice” that is used when discussing safety.
Now listen to this, the second time I have posted it, and tell me your view. Please review the previous statistics on the lethality of Covid19 I have provided too. You are not talking to someone who came down with yesterdays rain btw.
Are we being “reasonable and practicable” with the lockdowns, masks, etc?
Sanity has to reign.
and if you like diving deep into the dumpster, more “rubbish” is found. Janice Joplin (for example)
ta daaaa !!!
I would like this to be my signature tune … perhaps… I will seek permission for the “BexhillBlogger” site. It should show up as “Vivaldi Tribute” unless the boys and girls at google have decided to dinker with the link. Whatever -g- It’s an easy search.
This is on my Silicon Investor Profile by way of an introduction.
yep… this blog is just a test circuit.
Caitlin Johnsons site & the original material.