A Victorian Scheme (The Dream Factory)

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I had this dream while I was in college, back about 10-12 years ago. I was earning a degree in English Lit at the time, taking a lot of literary classes, most of which seemed to be Victorian lit. I suspect that’s where the theme of this dream developed from. What I really like about this one is that, it almost played out like a movie. Seriously, this is too normal-ish to be a dream, right?

 

In the dream, I am a writer in the Victorian era, presumably living somewhere in London. I have a roommate who was also a writer and together we struggle as writers do in such times (much like today). One day, I get a brilliant idea! It was well-known that the Duke of the city had a thing for old and rare documents. In fact, he had a grand collection of old letters, city documents, maps, etc.

I tell my roommate we should forge a document and make it look really, really old by burning its ends and edges. This document should be something important, such as a decree of the city’s independence from the Queen. Then, we would spread a rumor about such a document having been lost about one of the many islands off the coastline of Britain, as well as a story about how the city once tried to become independent.

So we did this and, sure enough, the plan worked. The Duke’s ears perked up at these rumors and he put notice out for a money reward for anyone who could bring this document to him. Naturally, the islands became overwrought with treasure hunters for the first several months. We hung tight, waiting for things to settle down a bit. Once they did, we made our way out to one just so there would be witnesses who said we had. We hung out at one of the more deserted islands for a day or so and, when we were about to leave, we came across a band of pirates strolling along the beach. We hid in some ship wreckage and watched and listened as they walked past.

“I told you Cap’n, the document isn’t anything but a rumor,” one of them said. “We’re wasting our time. It’s not even a very clever rumor, either.”

The Captain sighed and said, “You’re probably right. It isn’t very clever, is it?”

This is where things got stupid. My roommate was hiding behind a crate some twenty feet from me. I was hiding behind a piece of the wall that had come apart from a ship. I could see by his face how offended he was, but was startled when I saw him stand up suddenly, showing himself to the pirates. He had an annoyed look on his face as he said, “It is real, you fools…and HERE it is!” And then he fetched the fake document we had created and raised it up in front of him.

The pirates looked at him with dumbfounded eyes and, after a moment or two of staring and blinking, the Captain pulled out his pistol and shot my roommate in the chest. Another pirate walked over to his corpse and snatched the document. They never found me.

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About authorphilpartington

Phil is a writing enthusiast of many years, having been published in numerous online and national print trade and sports publications over the past decade. He has spent the past five years delving back into the world of fiction writing, focussing on the fantasy, horror and suspense genres. Deshay of the Woods is his first novel.
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