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knowinginthedark) wrote2022-05-20 09:10 am
knowinginthedark) wrote2022-05-20 09:10 am
[Story/Post]
He awoke with a start.
It's been getting a bit more often for his liking-- an unsettling dread. An unease. A feeling like something was attempting to creep up upon him, or worse yet, try to grasp him from his peace.
He had to keep convincing himself that such a thing wasn't going to happen. Least, not anytime soon, right? But he still woke up in a cold sweat, grasping to remember the details of the dream he just had.
Since Chacu Challhua's exorcism from his body, he had a few months of relative ease as he adjusted to the new living situation he was now in, and almost felt... Comfortable? Even with knowing that his existence was always a suggestion, ultimately, he still had relative freedom to live, now.
But the nightmares had started up. Nightmares he couldn't describe, or even begin to determine. But they always felt like something was trying to hunt him down. Was it Chacu Challhua trying to grasp him from the Lines once more, or was it something else?
... It didn't help that he sometimes felt like he had to reassert his own memory.
As a result, whenever he woke up from a nightmare, he always pulled out his notes and reread them, carefully. The notes about his life up to this point, a sort of messy memoir to lull him back to sleep.
He was... At least 60% certain that he should've actually forgotten everything that had happened to him, since while he was under the grasp of the Earthbound, he was technically dead. But that maybe the length of time affected that, so his mind had kept a good grasp on it, least to start. But now he felt like details kept trying to slip out of his hold, unless he specifically reminded himself of it. Of course, he was fairly certain it wasn't the healthiest thing, to hold onto such horrible memories. But he felt like it was what helped differentiate himself from his alternate, anyway!
... but then he would sigh, realizing he was not only trying to assure himself... but was also somewhat hoping that maybe his own mind would give him a response, again. To hear that voice that he both dreaded and yet found comfort in.
He really needed to stop being crazy, one of these days.
[Journal]
Hnmmm, so, my physical therapy is down to once-a-month now. Thankfully I seem to be perfectly mobile, but the doctors are still concerned about the fact that I seem to be animated by the hopes and dreams of the universe, with how many cracks there are. But, well, what moves, moves, right?
So I wanted to ask: What do any of you think about when it comes to dreams? Have you ever had recurring dreams?
It's been getting a bit more often for his liking-- an unsettling dread. An unease. A feeling like something was attempting to creep up upon him, or worse yet, try to grasp him from his peace.
He had to keep convincing himself that such a thing wasn't going to happen. Least, not anytime soon, right? But he still woke up in a cold sweat, grasping to remember the details of the dream he just had.
Since Chacu Challhua's exorcism from his body, he had a few months of relative ease as he adjusted to the new living situation he was now in, and almost felt... Comfortable? Even with knowing that his existence was always a suggestion, ultimately, he still had relative freedom to live, now.
But the nightmares had started up. Nightmares he couldn't describe, or even begin to determine. But they always felt like something was trying to hunt him down. Was it Chacu Challhua trying to grasp him from the Lines once more, or was it something else?
... It didn't help that he sometimes felt like he had to reassert his own memory.
As a result, whenever he woke up from a nightmare, he always pulled out his notes and reread them, carefully. The notes about his life up to this point, a sort of messy memoir to lull him back to sleep.
He was... At least 60% certain that he should've actually forgotten everything that had happened to him, since while he was under the grasp of the Earthbound, he was technically dead. But that maybe the length of time affected that, so his mind had kept a good grasp on it, least to start. But now he felt like details kept trying to slip out of his hold, unless he specifically reminded himself of it. Of course, he was fairly certain it wasn't the healthiest thing, to hold onto such horrible memories. But he felt like it was what helped differentiate himself from his alternate, anyway!
... but then he would sigh, realizing he was not only trying to assure himself... but was also somewhat hoping that maybe his own mind would give him a response, again. To hear that voice that he both dreaded and yet found comfort in.
He really needed to stop being crazy, one of these days.
[Journal]
Hnmmm, so, my physical therapy is down to once-a-month now. Thankfully I seem to be perfectly mobile, but the doctors are still concerned about the fact that I seem to be animated by the hopes and dreams of the universe, with how many cracks there are. But, well, what moves, moves, right?
So I wanted to ask: What do any of you think about when it comes to dreams? Have you ever had recurring dreams?