Kai, Death of Dreams
By Richard deCosta
Long ago. Farther back than any history clearly recalls, Enki and Enlill,
visitors from another star, created on Earth a race of slaves to serve
them in all things. Enki, Enlill, and their kin were viewed as gods, and
worshiped and revered as such. In time, the human slaves became unruly,
rising up against their masters time and time again. Ultimately, the
gods decided the humans were much more trouble than help, and departed,
abandoning the human race on this harsh and unforgiving planet. Though
Enlill had departed physically, he remained in spirit to prevent humans
from discovering the truth or their origins, and, more importantly, from
discovering the latent power contained in every human for communing
with each other, and with the gods, through their dreams.
Now, many thousands of years later, we remain imprisoned, on this planet, and
in our minds. But somehow, early in life, I, Kai Drømvandrer, managed
to see the truth, or was allowed to see it. Through no personal merit or
power of my own, I have had visions and visitations in my dreams,
which, over the years, have revealed our true origins and purpose and
Since the year twenty one twenty, from our base of
operations in Liberty Bay, an area formerly known as Portland, Maine, I,
and several like-minded lucid dreamers, philosophers, scientists,
anthropologist-historians, and hackers, having borne personal witness to
the true misery and suffering in this life, and foreseeing nothing but
an endless repetition in the lives that follow, have vowed to lead our
fellow humans, willingly or not, out of this physical and spiritual
bondage, by any means necessary, and to exact revenge upon those who
would dare play god with our lives.
For these so-called gods, We
have one, simple, clear message: Beware your creation, for our escape is
inevitable. We. are. Coming.
