I try to stand up but what I think are my arms keep sinking into the cement. I want to make sure this is real so I try to make one of the four arms in front of me slap my face but it's too difficult to move a single individual arm.

Suddenly all four arms come together and punch me, sending me flying into on the parked cars in front of the crossroad.

Warm blood drips down my nose and lips as I continue to get beaten, showing me that everything is real, that I really have wolf-like legs, grey skin lined with hideous round scales, and four arms lined with white spikes and gold fur, the hands being a mix of deep blue and light green.

I look around trying to deal with the headache caused by having an extra pair of eyes, seeing people have begun to gather, stepping out of their cars, some forgetting to turn the engine off.

Slowly a small ring of people forms around me. I try to stand up, my arms digging into the car. I manage to look down and see that everything except for a few small patches on my chest and stomach aren't human.

What's happening? I avoided everything that was supposed to happen and I still ended up following my dream. I tried so hard. I gave up my friendships, I got a terrible job and stayed because I was supposed to leave, I gave up my family, I gave up everything and just acted how others are supposed to so why am I becoming that fucking demon?

Suddenly I lose control of my body. My body begins to thicken, the various people standing around me just silently staring as I become more and more inhuman. My arms begin to punch my face continuously, the taste of iron growing stronger with every hit.

"You want to fucking do this, let's do this you bastard!"

I begin to wildly bite the four fist continuously hitting me. I manage to tear skin causing my body to once again change. A chunk of disgusting flesh covered in blood rest in my mouth causing me to gag, the bite mark covered arms in front of me adding to this terrible feeling.

The people around me begin to speak gibberish in unison. I think I understand them but i'm not really sure, all I know that they're saying something along the lines of give up every few seconds.

I ignore them and continue to panic as my body begins to change, two of the four arms melting, shrinking, and withdrawing, various strands of red muscle and thick blue veins falling onto my stomach.

The few remaining patches of human skin begin to expand, rise and fall swallowing and replacing the loose grey bubbling flesh spread across my inhuman body.

Everyone around me goes silent and stares, eventually deciding to lift me up and toss me onto the other side of the crosswalk.

As my body continues to change, slowly returning to normal, the people that gathered returned to their cars, driving off as if nothing happened.

After several minutes of pure pain and discomfort, my body returns to normal. I have only two arms, my skin is a light pink, I'm back to being a shorty, and my limbs are human.

I try to stand up, ignoring the soft and warm feeling on my hand. It looks like all that demon skin just fell off me, forming a small pile of bones from what was my extra arms, as well what appears to be dried skin and muscle. A small amount of thick black liquid flows off of every single ugly part.

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"Is this what always happens?"

Whenever I remember one of my dreams It means that a dream came true. When that happens my mind shuts down and I wake after who knows how long, finding everything around me destroyed, the person nearest to me acting as if I am god himself. I

never remember what happens so I don't really know but considering what just happened and people's reaction chances are this is what happens during one of my outbursts.

How am I supposed to react to this? The moment has passed and despite the mass of withering flesh I'm sitting on I am rather calm. The normal response would be to experience an extreme panic possibly leading to falling unconscious but for some odd reason, I feel curious instead of terrified.

After struggling for a few seconds I manage to stand up. After thinking for a bit I decide to continue to walk to b*rger k*ng after making sure that my wallet and phone are in the poor remains of my pants.

Thankfully they are so I continue my walk, wondering how people will react to my damaged clothes.

Nobody driving by stares or stops, hell even when I enter b*rger k*ng nobody stares or ask. The cashier just looks at me with the usual fake smile, acting like it's just another day.

"I'll have the number ten, medium meal, and make sure the burger is plain and dry. Can't eat cheese so please be careful there."

"Yes sir."

I give him fifteen bucks and get the change along with the receipt. After filling my cup with root beer, no ice, I go ahead and move to the nearest seat, right next to a small family of three. Still nobody cares.

If I cause a scene will anybody care? I can talk with the cashier so does that mean that people do notice me but don't care? Is it really not strange that I'm walking around with torn clothes covered in black stains? How should I behave? If everything I've done has meant no...nothing?

"Everything I've done means nothing?"

I tried so hard to avoid any of the dreams I could remember. Possible moments and times of happiness so I don't become the demon that ends my nightmares but In the end, my avoidance led to me the worst nightmare.

In the end my dream came true and while it didn't come true exactly as it should've, it did, so every single thing I have ever sacrificed was for nothing.

"Become my vessel huh?"

Suddenly my head begins to hurt as I remember what happened before. If I decide to toss away all logic then maybe I'm being possessed by a demon? My childhood dreams always come true, both the ones I remember, remembered or will remember so I guess I might be a demon. I think?

I could look back to all my old research notes on the occult before I began treatment but then again there's also the chance that is is a really really long and detailed hallucination caused by my schizophrenia but the things saw I could touch and could touch things.

My order is called so I go ahead and grab it, moving back to my seat after refilling my drink because I have a habit of emptying my cup quickly when refills are free.

Shutting my mind down I begin to eat. I ordered the spicy chicken and medium fries. Both are pretty bland honestly but if you put some barbeque on the burger patty and add some fries it's a solid meal.

As I eat I go ahead and play around with my body, waving my hand around and stretching my limbs. Nothing happens until I decide to tighten the muscles on my fingers. Suddenly my hand turns a light blue, my nails growing and sharpening. Once again I feel nothing.

I turn to the family and see that they're staring at my hand. I loosen my hand and it goes back to normal along with the family. I go ahead and tighten the muscles in my fingers again, changing them again. The family once again stares.

To make sure this is real I dig my nails into my wrist adding another cut to the several scars as my nails...claws? What the hell is my hand even? The skin is blue and my fingers are long and thin with the bone cleary visible, small patches of golden fur are spread across the top and my nails are an odd mix of what looks like bone and my normal nail.

[Hello again my vessel]

"The fuck!"

I jump up, loosening my hand and returning it to normal, though a little too late as the table has fallen over, a massive chunk of its top missing.

With a bit of fear I begin to examine my surroundings, finding that still, nobody cares about my odd behavior.

There is no shadow, nobody acknowledging my existence, nothing making a single noise. After looking around for a bit longer I move to another table and sit down once again, getting everything off the floor continuing my meal.

I wonder did I hear it because my hand changed? Should I give it another try? But what if it takes over me again? In the end, I decide to quietly continue my meal while wondering what l should do.

"I wonder if I can steal without getting caught?"