Raziek
Charging Limit All Day
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So, the other night, I ate some weird stuff before bed (It was a concoction of Mike and Ikes, Pizza, Chocolate and Apple Juice), and I had this REALLY VIVID, messed up dream, that I intend to share on this blog.
It started out reasonably normal, from what I can remember. I was at this weird building that was a mish-mash of all the schools I've ever been in, including my elementary school, middle school, high school, and current university. It was filled mostly with people I knew from my school life.
Fast forward a bit, I find myself walking into what seems to be some sort of auditorium/common area. (kind of like a fancy ballroom, except it was set up so that all the seats were facing the middle)I walk in, and it looks like some people are setting up for a show.
I notice a strange looking kid who appeared to be about my age (18) sitting in the back row of some chairs along one of the walls. He beckons me over and asks me to sit with him. I figure sure, why not? I'll watch what ever this speech/presentation is and then move on to the next thing.
So I sit down (not directly next to the kid, though I'm not sure why. I was 2 or 3 seats away from him, despite him encouraging me to sit next to him), and wait for whatever is going to happen.
A bunch of people come out to the middle of the room and quickly draw an inscription (some sort of rune) on the floor, and begin to chant. It was a weird sort of almost Gregorian chant. The rune begins to light up and the chanters step back. A black vortex opens up in the center of the rune, and these weird tendrils begin to extend from it. (not unlike the scene in Tales of Symphonia where Lloyd's companions are imprisoned in Derris-Kharlan and forced to face their deepest psychological issues) Like that scene, the tendrils grab my leg and begin to pull me and a few other people in. I'm struggling as hard as I can, but I make no headway at all.
After a few seconds I'm dragged into the center and everything goes black. When I finally wake up I'm in a barren wasteland that looks deceivingly like the Badlands in World of Warcraft. (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20051122051016/wowwiki/images/c/c9/Dustbowl.jpg) There is a small camp nearby, if you could call it that. In reality, it was just a small, ragged tent and a burnt firepit.
I don't recall exactly how I figured it out, but I realized that I was trapped in this place, with no means of escape. With one strange thing: my cellphone still worked. Only catch was, I could only call my mother, and the call would cut off after 5 minutes, and would only work once a week.
In this place, I never got hungry. I did not have to use the bathroom, feed, or anything. There was just barren wasteland.
On the first weekend I was stuck there, I realized that I could return to the real world, with one dreadful catch.
I returned to find out that I had died that day at school, though not at the auditorium. I had keeled over from a heart attack in the middle of the hall.
When I returned to my body on that first weekend, I found that I was returned to a mere 15 minutes before my death, and I was incapable of doing anything differently than it had happened. I was locked into my actions, trapped inside my own body. After I died, my consciousness remained in my corpse for an additional 15 minutes as I repeatedly lived through the emotional torture of seeing people I knew panic as they realized that I had died. I remember loved ones looking down at me on the ground screaming, crying, panicking, and there was nothing I could do.
After that half hour period, I was returned to the wasteland, and my phone was usable again. I called my mother and tried to explain what was happening, but my mouth couldn't form the words. I found myself sobbing uncontrollably and there was nothing I could do to explain to my distraught mother why.
This repeated several times before I was finally able to wake myself up.
It was one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced.
So, the other night, I ate some weird stuff before bed (It was a concoction of Mike and Ikes, Pizza, Chocolate and Apple Juice), and I had this REALLY VIVID, messed up dream, that I intend to share on this blog.
It started out reasonably normal, from what I can remember. I was at this weird building that was a mish-mash of all the schools I've ever been in, including my elementary school, middle school, high school, and current university. It was filled mostly with people I knew from my school life.
Fast forward a bit, I find myself walking into what seems to be some sort of auditorium/common area. (kind of like a fancy ballroom, except it was set up so that all the seats were facing the middle)I walk in, and it looks like some people are setting up for a show.
I notice a strange looking kid who appeared to be about my age (18) sitting in the back row of some chairs along one of the walls. He beckons me over and asks me to sit with him. I figure sure, why not? I'll watch what ever this speech/presentation is and then move on to the next thing.
So I sit down (not directly next to the kid, though I'm not sure why. I was 2 or 3 seats away from him, despite him encouraging me to sit next to him), and wait for whatever is going to happen.
A bunch of people come out to the middle of the room and quickly draw an inscription (some sort of rune) on the floor, and begin to chant. It was a weird sort of almost Gregorian chant. The rune begins to light up and the chanters step back. A black vortex opens up in the center of the rune, and these weird tendrils begin to extend from it. (not unlike the scene in Tales of Symphonia where Lloyd's companions are imprisoned in Derris-Kharlan and forced to face their deepest psychological issues) Like that scene, the tendrils grab my leg and begin to pull me and a few other people in. I'm struggling as hard as I can, but I make no headway at all.
After a few seconds I'm dragged into the center and everything goes black. When I finally wake up I'm in a barren wasteland that looks deceivingly like the Badlands in World of Warcraft. (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20051122051016/wowwiki/images/c/c9/Dustbowl.jpg) There is a small camp nearby, if you could call it that. In reality, it was just a small, ragged tent and a burnt firepit.
I don't recall exactly how I figured it out, but I realized that I was trapped in this place, with no means of escape. With one strange thing: my cellphone still worked. Only catch was, I could only call my mother, and the call would cut off after 5 minutes, and would only work once a week.
In this place, I never got hungry. I did not have to use the bathroom, feed, or anything. There was just barren wasteland.
On the first weekend I was stuck there, I realized that I could return to the real world, with one dreadful catch.
I returned to find out that I had died that day at school, though not at the auditorium. I had keeled over from a heart attack in the middle of the hall.
When I returned to my body on that first weekend, I found that I was returned to a mere 15 minutes before my death, and I was incapable of doing anything differently than it had happened. I was locked into my actions, trapped inside my own body. After I died, my consciousness remained in my corpse for an additional 15 minutes as I repeatedly lived through the emotional torture of seeing people I knew panic as they realized that I had died. I remember loved ones looking down at me on the ground screaming, crying, panicking, and there was nothing I could do.
After that half hour period, I was returned to the wasteland, and my phone was usable again. I called my mother and tried to explain what was happening, but my mouth couldn't form the words. I found myself sobbing uncontrollably and there was nothing I could do to explain to my distraught mother why.
This repeated several times before I was finally able to wake myself up.
It was one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced.
Nah, this type of imagery isn't too far fetched given the vast amount of "occult" or otherwise "demonic" fiction we're (as gamers, and as 21st century humans) are exposed to. Reminded me personally of Lovecraft's Call of Cthulhu which in turn is a fantastic table top RPG (definitely will keep you up nights.)
