It was a very strange dream.

I was tied to a chair and a faceless man was hovering above me, a bullseye lantern positioned in such a way that its light shone directly into my eyes, mostly blinding me and reducing the figure before me to that of a looming shadow.

I was shocked and more than a little angered at being tied up, but then, the miscreant drew back and hit me squarely in the jaw, hard enough to spin my head around.

“I want something.” He said in a menacing tone.

“What?” I croaked as I spit out some blood.

“I have no idea….but I want it just the same.”

This confused me. “But…if you want something, then does it not follow that you should have at least some notion of what it is that you want? Else…why go to the trouble of binding me, striking me and making a demand.”

This, sadly, earned me no reply save for another blow. “Shut up. I want something and you’re going to give it to me, or I’m going to keep hitting you.”

“But…that makes no sense!” I protested. “You can’t come in here, tell me you want something, not have the first clue what it is that you want, and expect me to figure it out…God’s Teeth, YOU apparently don’t know yourself, so how am I supposed to know?”

Another blow. “No idea. I’m bored and annoyed, and I wanted to beat on something to demonstrate to you that actions have consequences. And….stuff.”

I wanted to scream in frustration, but did not want to give my assailant the satisfaction. “So…let me get this straight.” I said to him, worried on some level that my comments might see me next swallowing my own teeth. “You tied me up and started striking me because you were bored and I annoyed you somehow. You tell me that I can make you stop if I but give you what you want, but you have not the first clue what that might be yourself, and so, insist that the ball’s in my court to figure it out and offer it to you if I’m genuinely interested in having you stop hitting me…a thing it should be obvious that I”m interested in, since I didn’t ask for the treatment in the first place.”

“Yes…exactly. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” The mailed fist drew back again, and I winced away from the blow that was sure to follow.

I woke up then, and could not get back to sleep, no matter how hard I tried.

It was a most curious dream, and it troubled me greatly…

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