| A Dream With A Purpose; CD2V - RP #1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 28 2008, 07:41 AM (265 Views) | |
| The Preacherman | Jun 28 2008, 07:41 AM Post #1 |
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The night air is thick and muggy, and the barely noticeable breeze coming off Lake Ontario isn’t doing much to relieve the general discomfort of the citizens and tourists of Toronto. There is an odd silence enveloping the normally bustling city, but all that changes as a boisterous roar can be heard coming from the Rogers Centre, as the Toronto Blue Jays have just pulled ahead of the visiting Cincinnati Reds. Of course… a home game… no wonder the streets are empty. But wait… not everyone is crammed into the Rogers Centre. A few blocks away from the ball field, but not out of earshot, stands the Hilton Toronto. High up on the twentieth floor, Billy Jacobs looks out the room’s large picture window, observing the expansive cityscape. Red lights flash atop the tall skyscrapers, casting an intermittent red hue throughout the sky as low hanging clouds and a creeping fog roll in. Far below, the few cars on the street look like ants scurrying around in search for food. Billy Jacobs: “This is what God’s view must be like…” Jacobs slowly turns away from the window, with the smallest of smug grins on his face. He calmly and quietly makes his way over to his bed, and stares down at the intricate design stitched into the comforter. He then turns around, and closes his eyes as he extends his arms out to his side. In the crucifix position, he abruptly falls back onto the bed, bouncing a couple of times before coming to rest. With his eyes still closed, Jacobs begins to speak once more. Billy Jacobs: “Night… always actin’ as though his dreams are so important. Everyone has dreams, and they are important to all of us. Of course, they’re not all important for the same reasons. Some dreams help us to delve into our subconscious, and give a peek into what we’re really thinkin’. Others, like Night, use their dreams to deal with upcomin’ events. Then… then there are people like myself… whose dreams serve as a constant reminder of past events.” Jacobs chuckles to himself as he opens his eyes. His pupils constrict as the table lamp nearby shines right in his face. He quickly sits up on the edge of the bed, and jerks his head to the side: eyeing the bedside table. He leans over, and opens up the drawer, and low-and-behold… there is a Bible sitting in the back corner. Jacobs gently pulls the Bible from its resting place, and begins flipping through the pages. Billy Jacobs: “For the past ten years, the same dream that takes refuge in my subconscious durin’ the day, rears its ugly head as soon as I drift off to sleep. A dream that reminds me of who I used to be, and why I must never go back on my promise to God.” Jacobs loosens his grip on the Bible, letting the pages slide from under his thumb. As they continue to flip over at great speed, Jacobs finally tightens his thumb up, as he notices a certain page of interest. Taking his time, Jacobs reads over every passage and scripture on the page, until he eventually places the still open Bible on top of the bedside table, and turns out the light. The room is in complete darkness, and all that can be heard is the rustling of Jacobs movements as he slides in under the sheets, followed by the sound of his voice. Billy Jacobs: “While most dreams draw on the wild imagination of a person, the dream that haunts my nights is one of reality… a subject that another of my opponents, Chris Bond, can relate to. It always starts the same way, and always takes the same course. One would think that over time, the mind would begin to twist and change such a dream, but nay… this dream holds too much importance for any detail to be misaligned. As if it were a gift or lesson from God Himself, it is never changin’. I often find myself in control of the dream… in control of my body… but, it does me no good. There is nothin’ I can do to change the past, as there is nothin’ I can do to change how it plays out in my head… no matter how much I wish it.” Again, the sound of Jacobs moving around the bed can be heard. As a light from outside the hotel room slightly illuminates the room, Jacobs can be vaguely seen, getting into a comfortable position in which to sleep. Billy Jacobs: “Now, if you’ll excuse me… I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow, and there is a certain dream I must revisit…” While his mind is racing with memories and thought of what is to come, Jacobs goes silent, and begins to drift off to sleep. As the world around him fades to darkness, Jacobs slips into a dreamlike state… it has taken hold of him once more… that never changing dream… that ever constant reminder of who he is, and what his purpose is. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ With the curtains open, the midday sun illuminates the small kitchen. The curio cabinet in the corner displays an arrangement of fine china and family photos. One picture in particular stands out from the rest. A father; his white collar bright as can be… a mother in her Sunday best… an infant, smiling without a care in the world. However, behind this image of family bliss… a smaller photo, encased in a brass frame… tarnished from months of neglect. A young man stands alone near a field, his youthful eyes masked by a face that has seen much pain. The kitchen door swings open, and the family from the photo enters the room. The father still wears his collar, his wife in a dress not unlike the one in the photo. The infant, now two years older, has grown a considerable amount. They each wear a smile on their face as mother and child dance around the room, the father looking on with loving eyes. However, the smiles begin to fade as footsteps echo down the staircase. Voice from the stairs: “Home so soon? Thought y’all woulda stopped by the market or somethin’.” The father looks up as his eldest son saunters into the kitchen. The loving glint in his eyes has faded, replaced by disappointment and lament. Father: “You know the market is closed on Sunday. And is there a reason why I didn’t see you in church this morning?” The young man rolls his eyes, as he’s heard this all before. He slowly makes his way to the sink, where he grabs a glass from the drain tray and fills it with slightly discolored tap water. Without an answer, or response of any kind, he turns his back to his family and returns to the bottom of the staircase. Father: “William… I asked you a question.” William stops at the foot of the stairs, but still no answer is given. He simply shakes his head in contempt and starts up the stairs. Father: “William Robert Jacobs… thou shalt honor thy mother and thy father! Answer the question!” Only on the second step, William stops again. He turns and glares a this father, the same expression from the photo on his face. William: “Don’t quote that rubbish to me. You know why I wasn’t at church. It’s the same reason why I didn’t go last week… or the week before that… or the one before that even.” The father doesn’t speak another word to his son. Not because he is speechless, but because he knows his son finds no meaning in his words. Instead, he turns back to his wife, who is clearly shaken and upset. Father: “Did you hear, Helen? Those no good hoodlums smashed out the windows at the movie theatre again.” His wife quickly looks at her husband, then looks away. Her eyes stay fixed on the floor as she speaks. Helen: “Don’t do this Jonathan. I hate it when you do this.” Once more, footsteps can be heard echoing from the staircase. This time the pace is faster, and the steps are louder. William comes jogging into the room and stops mere feet from his father. William: “Them hoodlums are my friends, and you know it! They were jus’ tryin’ to have some fun! Why d’you always gotta talk about them like that?” Jonathan: “Talk about them like what? They’re criminals William! You shouldn’t go anywhere near them. They’re bad news! One of them is even going to jail. Do you want to end up like them?” William has heard just about enough. His eyes begin to swell and redden as tears form. William: “God dammit… what do you know anyway!” SMACK! The back of Jonathan’s hand ricochets off William’s right cheek. Jonathan: “Thou shalt not taketh thy Lord’s name in vain!” The tears in William’s eyes dry up as his face becomes twisted with disgust and hatred. He slowly rubs his cheek, which is already starting to swell. William: “I fucking hate you…” With that, William rushes to the door and grabs his shoes. Before exiting, he takes one last look at his father… the look of distain still fresh on his face. Then he turns to his mother, who is holding his brother. The hatred is quickly washed away by remorse and shame. SLAM! The kitchen door bounces off the doorframe as William takes off running. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This part of the dream ends like it always does. However, this time the sound of the door slamming shut is much more real… much more tangible. Jacobs is up like a shot, as the sound takes him by surprise. It is almost as if his dream had woken him up. However, as he looks around the room in a bit of shock, he notices a heavy downpour outside the window. The all-to-real sound of the slamming door, was nothing more than a clap of thunder, as a storm was directly over the city. Jacobs has been asleep for some time now, and the clouds that had been rolling in earlier, have now taken control of the skies above. Still in a daze after being woken so suddenly, Jacobs lies back down, his head sinking in between the pillows. The muffled sound of rain beating off the windowpane offers a relaxing, almost meditative atmosphere which lulls Jacobs, very nearly instantaneously back to sleep. Billy Jacobs: “Father, if only you were still with us… I could as your forgiveness. I did not honor you… I abhorred you. That was my greatest sin… and now it is too late for an earthly apology. But fear not, once my work here is done, I shall be with you once more, and I will make right by you, and will be seated to your left, and His right.” Jacobs continues to speak, but his words are hard to make out as he lets out a long yawn, and starts drifting off back to sleep. As the world begins to fade away for a second time, images from his past flash through Jacobs’ mind. Old friends… old enemies… the old days… ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ There is a bright flash, and Jacobs finds himself in familiar territory. It’s the wee hours of the morning, and he is back in Greenville, South Carolina. Of course, he isn’t surprised by his surrounding,. as he has made it clear, this is a dream that has haunted him for many years. As the dream progresses, Jacobs proceeds to walk down the main drag of Greenville. The sights, smells, and sounds are all the same. The hum of the streetlights, the thin strip of light emerging over the horizon, the musty smell of an overnight rainfall… all of which confirm that this is, in fact, the same dream he has dreamt for as long as he can remember. Suddenly, his concentration is broken by the sound of someone calling his name. Voice: “Billy? Billy Jacobs?” Jacobs swings around wildly to see where the voice is coming from, even though he already knows who it is. About ten yards behind him, stands a young man who looks to be the same age as Billy. Through the steadily increasing morning light, Jacobs can barely make out the freshly shaven hair, unattended facial stubble, and ghastly smile. Billy Jacobs: “Jude man, how the hell are you?” Jude: “Wow… I can’t believe you recognized me that fast. It’s been what… four years? Four years since we’ve seen each other.” Billy Jacobs: “Meh, just call it intuition. Besides, how could I ever forget my best childhood friend?” Jude quickly approaches Jacobs, and the two embrace for a moment. They take a step back and look around to see if anyone witnessed the joyous moment. They share a laugh, then continue on with their conversation. Billy Jacobs: “Man… no offence or anythin’, I know this might seem like I’m going to fast… but… what happened to you? I mean, we were best friends… inseparable… then you just up and disappeared. I tried callin’ you and everythin’… but no one seemed to know where you went.” Jude looks stunned for a second, then his expression changes to one of sorrow and remorse. The way he shuffles his feet, and sways with his hands in his pockets… his response, obviously, will not be one he is proud to give. Luckily for Jacobs, he is prepared for the news… he’s heard it enough times. Jude: “Well… ya see… I didn’t want to go away. I wanted to say goodbye… but everything happened so fast.” Billy Jacobs: “What happened!?” Jude: “I got in with the wrong crowd Billy… I got into drugs. I got arrested and sent to jail. That’s why I disappeared. Mom… Dad… they just lied to everyone, saying I ran away or something… because they were ashamed of me. So yeah… that’s why I never called… that’s why I feel off the map. I’m sorry dude… can you forgive me?” Jacobs stands there in shock for some time, as random thoughts and emotions course through his body. Even though this was all in the past… even though this is just a dream… a dream he has had many times… those words haunt him the most. Those words still bring those feelings and emotions to his subconscious. Billy Jacobs: “Jude…” Jacobs head droops down in shame. Billy Jacobs: “I know we did some bad things as kids… and I know that I’m not the most upstandin’ person in the world… but I always told you to stay away from that shit!” Jude: “I know… I’m sorry… but I couldn’t help it. You know what my life was like back then.” Billy Jacobs: “I know… I understand. And you know I can’t be judgemental. I should have been in jail with you, but I was fortunate I guess. But don’t worry… I forgive you. The Lord is forgiveness… isn’t he?” Jude looks up at Billy with a puzzled look on his face. His best friend… praising God? Even though he was the son of a preacher… he was never one to follow in his father’s footsteps. Then it hits him. The big grin on Jacobs face… the sarcasm in his voice. The two boys break out in laughter as they walk off together, vanishing into the glare of the sun peeking out over the roof tops. However, the glare of the sun transforms into another bright flash that transports Jacobs further into the future, yet still in his past. At this juncture, Jacobs finds himself in an awkward position. As he looks around him, all he can see are shadows running around in flashing blue and red lights. As he wraps his head around the situation, he quickly remembers this part of the dream. This is the defining moment of his dream… but it’s also the most horrific moment. This is the point in his life that everything changed for Billy Jacobs… and this is the point of his dream. This is what he has to remember… this is where his life of servitude began. Jude: “COPS! Billy, come on… lets bail!” Jacobs looks up and sees Jude being rushed by several police officers. This was an early morning drug bust. It had been several months now, since Billy and Jude were reunited, and for those many months, Jacobs had been trying to keep this very thing from happening. He hated seeing his best friend give into the drugs that had polluted his life, yet he hated to see his friend dealing with the pain of withdrawal. That is why Jacobs promised Jude this would be his last drug deal. The two had been planning to get Jude into some sort of rehab facility, and this last batch of drugs was to be Jude’s “one for the road” so to speak. Billy Jacobs: “Jude… I dunno man. You want to go back to jail?” Jude: “Fuck that man… that’s why we’re gonna run for it.” Billy Jacobs: “Why do I have to run. I’m not involved in any of this. For once, I’m innocent. And for once, I think you should stop runnin’.” In the midst of all the confusion and chaos, Jacobs is relatively calm. Jude, on the other hand, stares at Billy with panic and disbelief plastered on his face. He can’t believe what he is hearing. His best friend wants him to give up… he wants him to go back to jail. Jude: “What are you talking about Billy. Have you been sneaking some of my shit or something. You’re talking crazy! I’m not staying here… I’m not getting caught. You’re my best friend… I can’t do this on my own. I need you… and YOU NEED ME!” Billy Jacobs: “Bullshit! I don’t need any of this… and you know you don’t either. So just give it up. We’ve been nothin’ but trouble our entire lives… it’s time we stop this shit, and turn things around.” Jude continues to stare at Billy in disbelief. Then it happens. Jude tries to make a getaway, but Billy grabs him by the shirt, and holds him close. Billy Jacobs: “Don’t…” Jude: “Either you come with me… or you get out of my way. Don’t make me move you!” Billy Jacobs: “Don’t do th…” Jacobs’ words are cut off as a searing pain rips through his abdomen. Jacobs slowly looks down at Jude’s hand… and the knife he is holding in it. The blade of the knife, which is only about ten percent visible, is stuck in his side… just below his right lung. There is also a deep gash on the inside of his forearm, where the knife slashed through on its way to its target. Even though this is still a dream, the pain feels real enough. He tries to breath, but the sharp sting is too much. However, through the shock of being stabbed, Jacobs manages to utter one last word to his supposed best friend as he moves past him. Billy Jacobs: “J… Ju… JUDAS!” Jacobs collapses to the ground, and the shot closes in on his eyes. As the light and life in his eyes start to fade, they slowly close. Everything fades to black for a moment, and only a moment… then the world around fades back in. Jacobs’ eyes shoot open, and he sits up so quickly, that he gets a bit of a head rush. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Bewildered, he looks around the room… the hotel room… in Toronto. The dream is over, and he is safe and sound. The sound of car horns draws Jacobs’ attention to the large window. The storm from the night before has completely passed by, leaving the bright mid morning sun to warm up the world, and dry up the puddles. Jacobs quietly slides out of the bed, and makes his way over to the window. As he makes the transition from the shadows to the light coming in through the window, he enjoys the warmth that covers his skin. He looks down at the busy street below, then turns back to look at the bed again. Billy Jacobs: “Thank you Lord… for the reminder. Thank you for showin’ me why I do what I do. Thank for the second chance at life… not only to do right by You… not only to repent for my sins… but to repent for the sins of all men.” Jacobs looks back out the window once again, this time looking straight ahead… past the cityscape… and into the wild blue yonder. Suddenly, he realizes the time, and in a rush, begins to get dressed. He had totally forgotten that he has an interview this morning. Canada AM isn’t just some measly little local access cable show… this is the big time. This is his opportunity to truly spread His message in the Great White North. As Jacobs finishes getting ready, he runs out of the room, slamming the door behind him. All is quiet in the room… quiet and calm. The shot stays locked on the door for a moment, then begins to pan around the room. As it does this, the scene fades into a slow zoom in on the Bible that Jacobs had placed on the bedside table the night before. It is still open to the same page that Jacobs had left it open to, and the camera zooms ever closer, and eventually focuses on one single scripture… And He said, “Hear now my words: If there be a prophet among you, I the LORD will make myself known unto him in a vision, and will speak unto him in a dream” - Numbers (12:6) AMEN |
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