Chair of Frankenstein.
In my dreams, I lay regular, by teleportation, on this chair and was questioned and tortured in an unbearable manner by JW.
Until recently, I had not at all any idea that this chair really existed. By brainwashing a short-circuit was fixed between the life in my dreams and the daily life. In that last state of mind, I could not remember anything what happened in my dreams. Moreover, strange things were happening! Bit by bit these memories come back, among other things, by the fact that I use no alcohol or other drugs any more.
At least I have two lives. I suppose many.
One of them takes place in the shape of my dream body.
Beginning February 2006, my laptop lay beside my bed when I awoke. Although, I was hundred precent sure that I left him downstairs in the living room. Astonished I opened him and saw that he was not switched off. I pressed on the escape-key and came immediately in the story with the video and images. It is still a mystery how this all has come in to my computer.
The quality is not as I wish. Especially the scene of the man on the chair is of a very low standard. Probably something went wrong with the downloading, during the time I was sleeping.
Provided text.
‘Hello Cappy, I mean Caspar, I want that you take some images of this sir who lies here on the chair. I suppose he likes that,’ JW said and he shook the body of the man.
‘Are you alright,’ asked JW.
‘Very well,’ answered the man. ‘I have a lot of pleasure and feel very comfortable.’
‘Who is that sir,’ I asked. `Why do you have bound him? What I am doing here? ’
‘This is an American,’ told JW. ‘A poor vagrant without family. Nobody misses him. He does not worry that he has been tied up. He even likes it. Caused by the opium. And you are here, because you are very well in taking images. If you take an image, or are a cameraman for our movies, there is an incredible sharpness in depth, a kind of extra dimension. For this reason you are cameraman for nearly all our movies. You are the best who is walking around the world. Anyway, you do not know this and that is better for you and of course for us.’
‘What kind of a chair is this,’ I asked.
‘This is the chair on which Frankenstein was awoken to life.’
‘I thought these kind of events only happens in movies.’
‘In fact not. We shall imitate it now for hundred precent in an old-fashioned and natural way. Besides this, the human brain is working in a very particular way. The images are processed in the film. The spectator in the cinema does not see the pictures on the white screen directly. We paste them, only a few, between the scenes. In this way, the spectator is not immediately aware of the terrible things he is watching. But these impressions are coming into his consciousness and shall damage the way of thinking in a very strong way.’
‘Why do you do this?
‘We likes these kind of things. It gives us a pleasant feeling to cause damage. Our pleasure is increasing in a strong manner if the suffering object is not aware of that what is going on.’
`Is it possible to bring a dead human body to life?’
`Of course! Sure! Even not any problem. Nowadays we have fortunately sophisticated equipment. Not in former days. At that time, we even thought that the complete body had to be digested by electricity. Now it is easy. We scan the consciousness of somebody with an earphone and send it by radio waves to somebody else. Not only to the living, but also to the dead. Or to an animal. No problem. In fact your invention. Fortunately you have forgotten that.’ JW sighed for a moment and continued: ‘but hops, now we shall do it for the movie in the old-fashioned manner.’
Now, afterwards, I wonder if the man comes really from the USA (JW always lie) and if he is placed somewhere on a list of missing persons. Can somebody, one of the readers of this story, have a look?
Meanwhile, I have heard voices in my head that I have taken the images around the year 2003 (between 1999 and 2006?). At that moment, I had been drugged by JW without knowing this. Otherwise, I should never agree to take these kinds of images. |
