SLEEP MEETS DEATH
CAST
MORPHEUS
THE GOD OF SLEEP
THANATOS
THE GOD OF DEATH
MOTHER NIGHT
TIRESIAS, A SAGE
FEMALE CHORUS
SCENES ELYSIUM AND EARTH
Opens with Greek Classical Music CD
supplied.
CHORUS :
The Gods of Sleep and Death, met one silvery
winters day,
Sleepy, dozy Morpheus and grim Thanatos
were twins
They’d met to enjoy some cut and thrust,
in verbal play,
Every word was couched in broad smiles
and hearty grins,
( Shots of two young men laughing and
joking)
Then their dreaded, Mother, Queen of
Night appeared upon the scene,
And what she had to say was definitely
not serene!
MOTHER NIGHT APPEARS
Sons, stop your idiotic foolish chatter
will you please!
Your stupid ideas of humour are like
some disease,
What I have to tell you is most critical
and grave,
Please think, how my worldly kingdom we can
save,
Those earthling mortals are plotting a
revolution,
To cast off my yoke of government as a
solution
For their many deserved sufferings and
multiple ills,
I want you to find a way to keep them
meek and mild,
At the moment they’re threatening to get
quite rough and wild!
THANATOS
I could have them slaughtered quick as a
lightening flash,
As dreaded God of Death this is my
universal role,
We’ll give them all a noxious plague,
they’ll fall in a mighty crash,
Then Mother you can start a new race
again, obedient and whole.
MOTHER NIGHT
No, no, my most morbid murderous blood
thirsty son,
This is not what in any way that I
desire to be done!
Morpheus, perhaps you are a better, much
wiser man,
Can’t you think up some more intelligent
plan?
MORPHEUS
I’ll weave a magic spell of dreams for
them instead,
In which these muddled mortals will be
meekly led
To weakly graze in shadows grey, like
sheep at play.
Compare these two states, attend well to
what I say!
Brief is the sleeping dream that you
enjoy in bed,
But a waking dream is stable, and stays
until you’re dead.
Listen! Learn some real truth, that’s my
well tried way;
All feels real to the sleeping dreamer’s
satisfaction,
But the stuff of dreams is merely a
mental reaction!
I’ll hypnotise them so that they dream
their life away,
They’ll be peaceful and never revolt by
night or day!
MOTHER NIGHT
“Thank you son, my dear, for having such
a great idea,
If they’re sent to sleep by Thee, where’s my need to fear?”
Tell me how you’ll achieve this
miraculous feat,
To listen to your plan will be a most
delightful treat!
CHORUS
What you’re about to hear is quite a
novel scheme,
So draw close and lend your most
attentive ear!
He’s going to put them into a state of
dream,
Then their wicked Mother will feel free
of fear.
MORPHEUS
In my great magical cinema show,
As wizard director I’ll deftly dim the
light,
Plot a soap opera to project for them
tonight.
Like puppets they’ll act on the silver
screen below.
They’ll think they’re the sole doer’s of
their acts,
Ignorant of all real cosmic truths and
facts!
CHORUS
But one wise Sage whose own true Self
does know,
As earth’s patrons settle down for this
epic sight
To thrill their feelings with shock,
horror and delight,
Warns them way down on planet earth below,
The dangers of this hypnotic magic
picture show.
Scene :Earth
Opens with trumpet music
TIRESIUS speaks
Lantern, screen and slides, that flow
Are emanations from the senses and the
mind.
The show you’re watching is a shadow
play,
In each human’s will, a spool unwinds
his day.
As knowers of the Real, you’re like the
blind.
So stop reacting! There’s a much wiser
way;
In your blissful, Conscious Self, be
still and stay!
All objects are soap bubbles in the
mind,
Each being’s driven by One Almighty
God!;
He causes clouds to weep and mountains
nod.
Consciousness strives through senses
five to find
The magic of a dream fit to trick the
blind.
For each instrumental part unwinds
Through assonant chords and dissonant
notes.
The whole concerto grosso together
floats,
Performing ethereal music of the
spheres,
For the lone enjoyment of His celestial ears.
Yet we’re more than piano rolls of
sound,
We flow from continuo, a monochord
profound,
Played by a virtuoso, improvising with
cosmic force,
From the vast silence of His infinite
resource.
This life of ours is a bewildering dance
Whirled by a wild Dervish God divine,
Drunk on vintage Dionysian wine,
Wildly turning, nothing left to chance.
Upon the mellow pipes of circumstance.
He choreographs a play of space and
time,
Every glance upon Earth’s stage is His
rhyme.
Universes glide through His mystic
stance.
With rolling drums of thunder, mark His
stamp;
(SOUND THUNDER)
In symphony of spheres, hear His tune.
Effulgent Sun shines as a beacon lamp,
His finger ever points towards the
silver Moon.
He’s the Alone, whereby all things are
done;
Divine dancer, dancing, and the dance
are one.
ELYSIUM
MOTHER NIGHT
My son’s, did you hear what Tiresias
said, we can’t have that
He’s warning them, now your clever plan
will fall down flat!
THANATOS
Don’t worry only a few will understand
and wake up from sleep
The rest will go on dreaming under Morpheus’s clever spell,
Don’t worry Mother all will be well,
very, very well!
They’ll carry on living in the same old
way, harmless as grazing sheep.
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