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knowinginthedark) wrote2022-08-23 12:19 am
knowinginthedark) wrote2022-08-23 12:19 am
[It's All Just a Dream] / [Post]
He was standing over something.
No, he knew what he was standing over, but it felt too much to consider-- his mind had difficulty wrapping around the concept as a whole, because who would ever want to accept that they're standing over themselves--
No, he had to accept it. He was standing over himself, paralyzed in the sheer, intense pain of having fall several yards below ground to the cool, hard surface that had laid under the ruinous cracks. He could feel the life ebbing out of him, unfortunate enough to have survived the fall just long enough to suffer before it could happen.
But then a voice from him, but not his, spoke, using his mouth to speak to the version of him that stood there in pain.
"I can free you from your pain. I can give you new life, and I can give you revenge against those who put this suffering upon you...
Would you take my hand, in that case?"
He felt himself reach out, invitingly to the self that was still unable to move, watching as the light threatened to snuff itself out from his eyes. The answer seemed to take forever to come-- moments that felt like minutes--
But he knew the answer already. He had given it, himself, after all. This was just a formality, wasn't it? Just a way to taunt him...!
"Yyy... yes... I'll... Take your ha... aand..." It was with the last of his strength, that he was able to answer, before it seemed like darkness overcame the surroundings. He blinked once, and then twice, feeling like he could just barely make out something in front of him, different from the pained form of himself--
Before realizing it was the struggling figure of one of his upperclassmen, caught in the grasp of a demonic figure. The one who had shoved him down in his attempt to escape from the ghosts and spirits that had haunted the ruins. The one who had sent him to his death...
And the rage that seemed to overtake him felt unlike his own, giving a rough command to the demon to drag him down, to let the Whale feed upon him, spotting the black robes in the corner of his eye, the sight of his pitch-dark eyes in the mirror, the glow of the mark on his arm...!
--
Before Tarou finally awoke, in a cold sweat.
It was still late at night, judging by the blurred view of his alarm clock. He had gotten to sleep somewhat early, and now he thoroughly regretted the action, still feeling the visions the dream had left him-- no, he could still see them, when he closed his eyes at all.
He had to take a moment to curl up, calming his breath. It was just a nightmare. No, more like... More like a recollection. It wasn't going to affect him, now. The mark was still just scars. His eyes were normal. Those robes will never touch him again. The Whale will never respond once more.
... And yet what he hated more in those assurances, was the sense of longing he'll never fully get rid of.
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Hnm.
Hnmmmm.
I think I might hate dreaming, now.
No, he knew what he was standing over, but it felt too much to consider-- his mind had difficulty wrapping around the concept as a whole, because who would ever want to accept that they're standing over themselves--
No, he had to accept it. He was standing over himself, paralyzed in the sheer, intense pain of having fall several yards below ground to the cool, hard surface that had laid under the ruinous cracks. He could feel the life ebbing out of him, unfortunate enough to have survived the fall just long enough to suffer before it could happen.
But then a voice from him, but not his, spoke, using his mouth to speak to the version of him that stood there in pain.
"I can free you from your pain. I can give you new life, and I can give you revenge against those who put this suffering upon you...
Would you take my hand, in that case?"
He felt himself reach out, invitingly to the self that was still unable to move, watching as the light threatened to snuff itself out from his eyes. The answer seemed to take forever to come-- moments that felt like minutes--
But he knew the answer already. He had given it, himself, after all. This was just a formality, wasn't it? Just a way to taunt him...!
"Yyy... yes... I'll... Take your ha... aand..." It was with the last of his strength, that he was able to answer, before it seemed like darkness overcame the surroundings. He blinked once, and then twice, feeling like he could just barely make out something in front of him, different from the pained form of himself--
Before realizing it was the struggling figure of one of his upperclassmen, caught in the grasp of a demonic figure. The one who had shoved him down in his attempt to escape from the ghosts and spirits that had haunted the ruins. The one who had sent him to his death...
And the rage that seemed to overtake him felt unlike his own, giving a rough command to the demon to drag him down, to let the Whale feed upon him, spotting the black robes in the corner of his eye, the sight of his pitch-dark eyes in the mirror, the glow of the mark on his arm...!
--
Before Tarou finally awoke, in a cold sweat.
It was still late at night, judging by the blurred view of his alarm clock. He had gotten to sleep somewhat early, and now he thoroughly regretted the action, still feeling the visions the dream had left him-- no, he could still see them, when he closed his eyes at all.
He had to take a moment to curl up, calming his breath. It was just a nightmare. No, more like... More like a recollection. It wasn't going to affect him, now. The mark was still just scars. His eyes were normal. Those robes will never touch him again. The Whale will never respond once more.
... And yet what he hated more in those assurances, was the sense of longing he'll never fully get rid of.
-------
Hnm.
Hnmmmm.
I think I might hate dreaming, now.
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Thinking on it, yeah I have.
The vampire one drifts into nightmares I think, but fog of waking and dreams.
I think I have some where something awful happens to my daughter.
And one where I'm a huge fake bitch. Details allude me but that's a strong feeling I have in my stomach.
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Of course not. They're just dreams.
... I take it yours left a really strong impression?
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... Hrmmm.
I think BV has a dream machine it's working on? Maybe that might help? I think they need people willing to help with trials.
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Yeah, I think it's meant to help people with severe PTSD and related trauma and anxiety and panic disorders?
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I'll give that some thought, then! Thank you.