The world seemed bigger. But I guess that was because I had shrunk. If I had to take a guess, I was probably 9 in the dream. I was lying on the cold, rough cement sidewalk. The ground around me was stained in some hot red stuff leaking out of my stomach. I wasn’t kicking or screaming or begging for help. I didn’t have the energy or the will to do so. I was just lying there with lifeless, emotionless eyes, gazing at the world around me.

The cruel, cold world, where not a single soul radiates warmth. The heartless world which was neither black nor white. Just an indifferent dark grey. The worthless world filled with people just as worthless. The forsaken world that wasn’t even worth hating.

There was hundreds and thousands of people milling around me. But to them, I was invisible. No that’s wrong. I wasn’t invisible, I was negligible. Then, a little girl that was a little younger than me saw me. She pointed at me and said something to the grown up holding her hand. The grown up covered her eyes and dragged her away.

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As the blood drained away, I lost what was left of my energy and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw the world beneath by feet. I was standing on some sort of invisible platform. From up here, people looked like the ants they are. No… that’s an insult to ants. After all, humans are the worst of the worst, beneath even amoebas. No exceptions, not me, not you, not anyone else.

Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind me, “It is a pleasure to meet you, my valiant [Hero]. I am what the humans worship as ‘goddess’ but you may simply call me Christine.”

To that I replied, “Well aren’t you a new part to this dream? In the hundreds of times I’ve been here, you’re the only variation. I’m guessing you’re the goddess that brought me away from that shithole into a dump just as shitty if not worse? Well I’ve got two words to say to you. And they aren’t ‘thank you’ they’re ‘fuck you’”.