Blog Assignment 3 - Julius Caesar Act II and III

Brutus’ Nightmare

Diary, the dream I had last night was like no other I’ve had before. I don’t know if it was a sign from the gods or I am simply going mad. Whatever it is, I’m now certain on the choice of allegiance I’m about to make. This is my dream.

I opened my eyes and the whole world became clear. I got out of my bed, which strangely was in the middle of a street. Roman citizens gathered round me all smiling and laughing. I had know clue why they where doing this so I took another look at my bed and I jumped with fear. I saw a bloody human arm coming out from underneath my bed. I looked back at the citizens but they didn’t even notice, still seeming to have the time of their lives watching me and laughing with a maniacal joy. With great effort I managed to move the bed to reveal the gruesome body of Caesar, crushed by my bed and stabbed in the heart. He was coughing up blood like a fountain and making a low moan. I pulled out the knife from Caesar’s body but it was to no avail, even more blood started to come out of Caesar’s body. Scared for Caesar’s life I turned around and yelled to the citizens “Help, Caesar is dieing!” They suddenly stopped their laughing and to my horror, each one of them stuck out a long thick tongue, saliva flowing out their gaping mouths. Suddenly they all ran to Caesar chanting his name, had they not realized what they had become? They crowded around Caesar and when I saw what they where doing felt sick to my stomach. They started to feast on Caesar’s corpse, their giant tongues slurping up his blood. I couldn’t just watch my friend die so using the knife I stabbed one of the citizens in the back. I stepped away, horrified with what I’d done. Suddenly all of the citizen’s stopped their gorging. Then the citizen I stabbed turned his head one-hundred and eighty degrees to look at me. When I saw the citizen’s face I started to bawl. It was Caesar, they where all Caesar. The Caesar I had stabbed pulled out the blood soaked knife and stabbed the copse they were eating. Then in the blink of an eye, they disappeared. I crouched down beside the copse and started to laugh like a mad man. I had lost my mind, all reality was lost. The corpse wasn’t Caesar anymore, it was me. I had been eaten by the Caesars. The corpse opened its eyes and looked at me. It smiled and then whispered “Death to all but Caesar.”