I suddenly awake in a dark room, with cold water spreading all over my body. Sitting up, I see a drain of some kind was directly pouring murky water onto my body. My teeth start to clatter against each other as I can feel my body temperature decreasing from the cold water starting to dry.
I can barely see anything due to the only source of light in the area coming from a torch that is down the hallway.
I also forgot to mention that a set of strong sturdy bars prevent me from leaving the room I awoke in.
Looking down at myself, I see nothing but my bare body, even worse is that the stone floor of the room looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in years.
Hmm.
Must be one of those you go somewhere naked dreams. I’ve had one of those before, but never in connection to a fantasy dream. I am loving the new combinations.
In terms of dreams, this one is definitely the most realistic as it actually feels like I am sitting on a mossy stone floor that is chilling to the bone.
Getting up, my legs shake like a leaf in the wind. My body feels like it was completely dismantled and put back together, but someone forgot to add the ATP back into my body.
After steading myself against the nearby wall, my legs become more solid by the second and it isn’t too long before I am exploring the rest of my dungeon cell.
I manage to find a little rat, who I chase into the corner. Its beady red eyes stare at me with contempt, but being a curious person I decide to poke the rat.
This pisses off the rat and in retaliation the little beast bites my finger, drawing blood and causing me to recoil in pain.
“Ow, that hurt you little bastard.”
The rat squeaks like it is laughing at me and runs under my legs, escaping towards the bars of the cell.
Man, at least I know now that being bitten by a rat definitely hurts.
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Hurts?
Now that’s something new.
I have never felt pain in a dream before. Usually when something that happens that would lead to me being in pain just doesn’t hurt or I shoot up in my bed, awake and alert.
I start to recap everything that went on in my head. I was watching something, and this angry god decided to punish humanity because some of us play games, watch TV, and let politicians be power hungry assholes.
Surely if there was a deity that created all of reality it wouldn’t be so impatient, as I couldn’t imagine creating the laws of reality and psychics to be a quick and easy thing. On top of that, the fact that the god met me in person to decide my fate, surely there is no way the god met every human in existence to talk about their new life.
I am not a special person at all so the god would have to reason to pick me out of all of the other humans either, unless this was a dream I was having.
Using the power of deduction then, I now determine that this is, in fact, a dream!
I scare myself with how smart I am sometimes.
Anyways, let’s continue exploring this surreal dream while I still have the chance!
I walk up to the metal bars that prevent me from leaving this dungeon-like prison cell and I manage to find the ones that make up the door to the cell.
Giving them a pull does nothing, but giving them a hard push I can feel the door start to give a little.
My feeble arms and legs aren’t quite up to normal standards, but with enough effort and time I am able to open the cell door eventually.
Looking down at my rust covered hands, and feeling the cold emitting from the stone floor seep into my feet, I am once again questioning why this dream is so much more vivid than the others.
I continue forward, being guided only by the light of the torches that adorn the walls of what seems to be a dungeon.
It isn’t too long before I start to hear voices. The voices are deep and they sound like the person speaking has smoked four packs of cigarettes a day for their whole life.
Unfortunately for me, I have no idea what these people are saying, yet I have no fear and continue to approach where the sound is coming from down the hall.
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The dungeon walls expand outwards as I walk into a room and am greeted with the sight of three grisly looking individuals.
They heard my footsteps as soon as I walked into the room and they all stopped speaking to each other as they watched my casual approach.
Their sunken face is covered with patches of green skin and their eyes are pitch black. When looking into their eyes I swear it is what I imagine how gazing into the void would feel.
Their stares are uncomfortably shifting from my feet to my head, making me feel like a piece of meat just standing in front of three hungry beasts.
“Glaba ferga laba do.” one says to the other two. In response, the other two nod their heads up and down with extreme vigour, agreeing with whatever the first one said.
“Uhhhh, labba labba.” I say in response. The three humanoid creatures tilt their heads to the side in confusion. I could’ve just said ‘lick my feet’ for all I know, but it is funnier this way.
I always try to have the most fun possible when asleep, it is the only time I can live out fantasy world scenarios like this one.
The three slightly green humanoids approach me slowly with extreme caution. The hunches in their back make each of them look about 5 feet tall, but if these things fixed their posture I’m sure they could convince you they are 6 feet tall.
Barely any of their hair is still attached to their head, in fact it seems that they have fashioned the rest of their hair into crude loins clothes.
Disgusting looking creatures when you get a close look at them really.
As they come closer, my instincts tell me to run further away, but I am able to calm my nerves when I remember I can easily wake myself up from this dream whenever I want to. I have been able to do this since I was a kid so nightmares are something I can easily avoid unlike most other people.
The original humanoid creature that I had witnessed say something is the first to try to come in contact with me.
The creature slowly puts out a finger that has a long, misshapen nail barely hanging off the end of it. In my mind I laugh at how simple the creature seems and my mischievous side starts to flare up.
As its finger is about to touch me, I jump out towards the creature, screaming and trying to startle it.
“AHHHHHHHHH!”
My scream echoes throughout the dungeon, which is in turn followed by more of my screams.
This is due to the fact that me jumping out at the creatures and trying to startle them as a joke caused them all to jump on me.
Their skin feels like rough sandpaper and the smell leaking from their bodies is putrid to say the least.
I screamed out in surprise myself when these nasty things decided to tackle me in response, but no worries as they will surely realize it was a joke soon.
They continue to wrestle with me for a little bit, I even start to laugh a little as I hold one in a slight headlock and give his head a little rub.
The rest of the hair that hadn’t already fallen from the creature’s hair easily pulls out with only just a rough couple rubs from my hand, making this thing seem more grotesque than I already would’ve imagined.
One of the creatures gets off of me. It finally seems to realize that I was simply pranking them, and in response to my break he lifts my leg into the air and bites a chunk out of my calf.
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“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Pain.
Pain.
Pain.
WHAT THE FUCK.
Why?
Why?
Why?
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?
My mind starts to fill with haze and I feel my consciousness start slipping as the pain is something more than I have ever experienced.
My shouts of agony only seem to rile the creatures even more as one of them grabs my arm and takes a chunk out of my bicep.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
More pain.
Pain.
Why me?!
Tears are now blurring my vision as I try to see my attackers and what they are doing now, but I honestly can’t keep a straight thought at the moment.
Shake my head back and forth rapidly seems to help clear up my mind and even helps clear my vision.
Just in time for me to see one of them plunge his arms into my abdomen and pull out my intestines. Great!
I can’t even let a scream out this time as it feels like one of them has plunged their sick little fingers into my throat.
TO MY SURPRISE ITS SEEMS THEY HAVE IN FACT DONE THAT.
Blood fills my lungs, and I can’t even feel the pain anymore.
In fact, I can’t even feel my body.
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