Benjamin – Benjamin’s Sleeping Mind
I’m on a cliff, looking over the sea as the trout to my left asks me for directions.
I look him square in his glassy and un-empathetic eye as I tell him.
“I have no idea where to go.”
Enigmatically, he replies in a deep voice.
“Just go with the flow.”
Advice apparently dispensed with, he tail slaps me off the cliff.
I’m weightless as I careen towards the certain death of the eerily blue translucent rocks exposed below, all too readily revealed in their jaggedy goodness by the retreating waves momentarily re-gathering their strength.
Closing my eyes I scream, yet no sound comes out.
I feel the air rush past my nether regions as the ground surges up to meet me.
The impact from the bluishly spectrumed, jagged rocks below never comes.
Tentatively opening my eyes, I find myself in a dome of sorts.
Turning around I find that it’s small and has curving ridges, while beneath me is a soft pink and white undulating cushion of sorts.
To my right comes a high pitched, chipmunk of a voice.
“You need to adjust and accept it ben.”
Looking at the speaker I find it’s a pearlescent sphere, which confuses me because I thought it was supposed to be Bruce.
Feeling duped, I get a little mad as I reply.
“You and I aren’t the same buddy!...And wheRE THE FUCK IS BRU-“
Apparently the conversation is over though, because I discover not-Bruce is a mollusk as he cackles impishly while opening his shell.
The water rushes in to consume me and I’m powerless to stop it.
I float for a time in the deep blue as light filters down from above and I realize I’m not dead, though I might as well be as everywhere I turn, there is the same blue void.
There’s a rumbling hum coming from bellow me, so I look down and see a pair of eyes staring back up at me.
Yet there is something terribly wrong with the eyes.
For a starters they are too large.
Each one as big as a galaxy and the contents of them ebb and flow.
Looking closer at one I’m shocked to discover that they are in fact galaxies.
Lost in the birth and death of stars and nebulas as their planets and gasses dance futilely around them in pre-ordained and ineffectual motions, I begin to feel an apathetic sadness well up within me.
Despite the vast wonder they hold in their inky black sclera, there is a banality in everything they behold, as if it has been weighed and measured in it’s every when.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.
A pressure descends on me, the likes of which I’ve never known.
“* **** ***** **** ***** *********.”
*ba-dump*
“* **** *** **** ***** ******.”
*ba-dump ba-dump!*
“* **** ** *** ***** *** *** ****.”
*ba-dump BA-DUMP!*
“* **** ***** *** **** ** *** ****** ** *** *** ** ***.”
*BA-DUMP BA-DUMP BA-DUMP!*
“* **** ****** *** **** **.”
*BA-DUMP BA-DUMP BA-DUMP BA-DUMP!*
The rhythmic pounding from below intensifies with each utterance.
I rebel at these thoughts I cannot comprehend which are quite clearly not of me.
Shaking myself free of their thrall, I start to panic as I swim away from the dangerous apathy waiting bellow me. Yet no matter how long I desperately strive for the surface, they are still at my back, accounting the all of me, whilst the promise of air from above has been brought no closer.
Refusing to give in, I redouble my efforts when a beautiful woman beyond my ken floats casually next to me as she asks in a warm and empathetic tone, apparently in a dialect I know but don’t recognize.
“*** *** *** ******* ********?”
Already in state of distress I try to flee the woman now, as well as the inexorable gaze from below. Having no success in either I float dejectedly next to the woman as she seems to be patiently waiting for something.
A penny the size of sun that drops past me coincides with me remembering what she said before I tried my futile escape attempt.
Ashamed, I reply.
“I-I don’t want to give up….”
Her blue hair that floats majestically as her eyes glow a softer shade of blue, she bobs slightly as she laughs a tinkling laugh, like I just told a genuinely funny joke. She stifles it with a delicate hand and as I wonder how I can see her against the blue backdrop, she replies whilst pointing below.
“** ** ****, **** ***’* ****** **.”
Caught unawares by the use of the word which Kelly accusatorially screamed I wasn’t capable of and didn’t deserve. Shame and fear all but consumes me as I swim with renewed franeticism to free myself of her intimidating allure.
My efforts are for naught as she still floats sedately to my side.
Having had enough of being toyed with I scream.
“LOOK LADY I’M SURE YOUR FANTASTIC IN BED, BUT CAN YOU JUST FUCK OFF AND PESTER SOMEONE ELSE WITH THIS SHIT!?!”
I wonder how the blue wisps, which barely cover her alluring form still manage to hide all the good bits, when my lascivious gaze tracks back to her incensed face.
Gone is the alluring visage as her words take on a threatening tone as I burst into flames which causes an obscuring mist of bubbles to envelop the surroundings.
“*** **** **** **?!”
When it has cleared I focus on the cranky submersible lady to find that her anger has been replaced with shock and alarm.
Trying to reason with startled aqua woman I offer.
“Please, I’m sure you mean well, but I don’t want whatever it is your selling.”
Her eyes narrow to slits as her eyes glow in menace as she states.
“* **** **** *** **** *** *** **** *** ***…”
Unimpressed with her stroppy behavior I counter.
“Listen here lady! I find your lack of pasta disturbing! If you were at least a pirate I cou-“
When I suddenly get slapped by a giant glove from below which rockets me from the depths into the glorious air.
I let the warmth of the sun embrace me and banish the chill I didn’t notice was there. Then my midair sojourn is apparently over as I’m plummeting back toward the horizon spanning sea’s becalmed surface.
Trying to make the most of my situation I align my ungainly body in a divers point as I try to enter the sea more gracefully then I left it.
But as it rushes to meet me I feel a sense of wrongness to it.
Refusing to be put off by the sensation, I endeavor to impress the cumquats holding scorecards with my style as they float in the air nearby.
My fingertips meet the solid surface, which is in no way permeable.
I hear them break as my arms quickly follow suit.
My cranium comes next as I feel my forehead shatter like a dropped vase while I’m thrown back into reality.