The Unwanted IllusionA Story by Abishai100A video-game aficionado has a dream-vision of a Siren and makes for the discovery of simplified Earthling jam (perhaps of valor).
A religion-centric baseball story, with allegories for video-game culture, a modernism phenomenon,
---- ==== I was obsessed with collecting classic baseball video-games as a wannabe-athlete, and maybe it's because the diamond fields game of batting and fielding for 9-inning magic had become an American map of consciousness for the Ego (damn). Well, all this 'work' with baseball cyber synthetics drew me to a dark reality in my dream-sleep vision (Selfie-like). There I was, spending Saturday evenings playing for hours on varied systems for classic baseball cyber-games, and I knew video-games had become a home-life 'consciousness' for synthesized brain-food or consciousness indulgences, and I knew I'd become something of a wizard or mental scribe of this very unusual Earthling pastime for the passages of time and normal work (wow). SIREN: Do you see me in your dream-sleep vision, prince of Earth? ME: This is surely some dream and nothing of the Realism sort, lady. SIREN: I'm a woman of hypnosis, of that unnamed consciousness for Ego. ME: Are you referring to the Ego as vanity or Freudian Ego (Id, etc.)? SIREN: Whichever, prince of video-games (ok?). ME: What's this dream-vision concern, if I'm to think it's Realism, lady? SIREN: I'm a femme-messenger from the other-side of the universe! ME: What? SIREN: Your preponderance for hours of video-game play of baseball is IQ. ME: It's what for you? SIREN: I present myself as a gorgeous goddess for your illusion, prince. ME: You're the Devil. SIREN: Ha, no just an alien of sorts...intrigued by your boyish obsession. ME: You're like rewarding me for being a baseball cyber-nerd/junkie? SIREN: Something like that...but I want you to write a story about me. ME: Fiction? SIREN: Make it seem like fiction, and keep my insinuations a secret, man. ME: I get it...this is some test to prove I think through the game-sinews. SIREN: For the Ego (Facebook-like). ME: Thanx, I guess (farewell, lady). When I woke from this lucid illusion-rich dream-vision the next-day, I decided to scurry to my local beloved cemetery in my home-town and began to pray, as an Algerian-American Bostonian-Catholic citizen of the American Homeland, praying (and hoping!) that my incomplete-distances readings to the message (or meaning) of the visitation by that specter-lady (or siren?) envisioned in my dream-sleep was simply a construct of Realism made angst by my cyber-play of great time/hours spent on Saturday evenings (ha). I knew as a praying Catholic, having read the Bible, and becoming quite-fond of it, that it was an Earthling wisdom to think that the Siren's message about sports and video-games and writing about her as simply a lifestyle-oracle of mystery was preferred to indulging too much in that idle fancy that recreation was something that helped my human race evade mortal thoughts (for the Ego). DIARY_ENTRY: "The Siren-lady was simply a lifestyle arrow-messager, and I had become some cyber-age diplomat for my Selfie-age of readings for consciousness or vanity or time spent or not wasted...I made myself mini-cheesesteaks and promised to attend a baseball game in a stadium or perhaps just throw a baseball around in my backyard or perhaps buy a real magical baseball-card for personal fanfare/happiness...I decided life's borders informed the (Catholic?) heart of the food of havens (if only for leviathan/uncertainty).' "Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). ==== "Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes) © 2024 Abishai100 |
StatsAuthorAbishai100NJAboutStudent/Minister; Hobbies: Comic Books, Culinary Arts, Music; Religion: Catholic; Education: Dartmouth College more..Writing
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