I was sleeping last night, as one often does. And I was having the normal dream, some impossible things were happening, there was no logic involved with anything, and nothing made any sense at all. But I was dreaming, so I didn’t notice. But something happened, that I cannot explain. It had never happened before. Not to me, anyway. I woke up. Yet, I was still dreaming. By this, I mean I was still dreaming, but I was aware that I was asleep and dreaming.
I started to freak out. I didn’t want to be in this place anymore. I just wanted to wake up. I was trying so hard to wake myself up. I tried closing my eyes and falling asleep in my dream, but that didn’t work. I had no way of knowing how much time had gone by. It felt like days, maybe even weeks. I soon realized that no one in this world was talking in a coherent language. It turns out if you don’t know that you are dreaming then everything makes sense. But if you become aware of the dream, then reality and logic take away all comprehension of what is happening around you. I was out of place in this world. I needed to find a way out.
Since escape seemed to be taking a while, I decide to explore this world a little more. All the places I went to seemed so familiar. That was the only detail that made sense to me. I knew it was a dream, so it had to be places I was familiar with. I tried talking to people, but it didn’t work. They didn’t seem to know that I couldn’t understand them. They tried to explain things to me, or inform me of certain things, but I just couldn’t understand. I was so confused about what was going on around me half the time. I suppose, if I was still submersed in the illusion of the dream, everything would have made sense. But I just couldn’t bring myself to join in with the strange activities that everyone else seemed to have no problem partaking in. But, apparently, I had to.
I soon found myself breaking make-believe laws and becoming a wanted man. I was on the run from everyone. Some people had faces, others didn’t. The faceless ones terrified me. Everyone seemed to be able to run so fast. I was only able to run at the speed I can normally run at. Again, the law of logic holds me back. I soon began to notice the world changing. The wondrous, colorful, strange world soon began to distort into a twisted, dark, and chilling environment. I soon realized that it was because the world was still somehow hardwired to my mind. I was scared and afraid, so the world started to become scary. It began working against me. It wasn’t long until my fear got me caught. I was cornered and captured in an alley created my terrified imagination. They took me to court for my transgressions. I couldn’t understand anyone, but they could understand me. I pleaded and begged. I don’t think they bought it. I was confused as the sentence was given. I didn’t know if I was found innocent or guilty for whatever it was I had done. I think it was guilty.
From what I could gather, I was sentenced to death. Executions are harsh in this world. I was taken to a large prison, I think. I was the only inmate there. The guards took turns beating me. I don’t think they wanted to. They all looked to be regretting the blows they delivered to me as they landed them. But that didn’t change the fact that I could feel it. It felt like weeks in that prison. My body couldn’t take anymore. I was no longer trying to wake up. I just wanted to die. In the end, they took me to a bridge.
The bridge hung over a giant vortex of water. Everyone came to watch. Some brought their children. It was like a public event. By this point, I was beaten pretty badly. I couldn’t get out of the patty car I was taken there in. I was too weak. They had to carry me to the edge. They read me my last rights, I think, and then threw me in. I hit the water hard. It felt like a hundred spikes hitting my body at once. I tried to scream, but I was muffled by the rushing water. I tried to scream again as the waves thrashed me around. That’s when the water began filling my lungs. I couldn’t breathe anymore. My lungs started to hurt. They felt as though they were going to burst inside my chest. I couldn’t fight the waves anymore. This was it.
I just let myself go. I didn’t care anymore. I felt myself get sucked under. I felt my feet hit bottom. It was hard and rocky. The water slammed my body against the bottom of the vortex. I was dragged around on my back. The world went black. I could hear my heart begin to slow. Then, finally, it stopped beating. At that moment, my eyes shot open. I took, what felt like, my first ever breath of fresh air. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was in my bed, sweating bullets. It was 7:45 AM. I laughed, and went to take my morning shower.
Created: Jan 27, 2011Chimera Document Media