"Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster...
for when you gaze long into the abyss The abyss gazes also into you"
- Friedrich Nietzsche
People say dreams are just imaginary things the human mind thinks of when it's asleep. While that might be true, I don't see it that way. Sometimes, when I'm in a difficult situation that requires a lot of effort and I don't know how to proceed, my dreams guide me at night. You can call me crazy, mad, or delusional, but I believe in what I've experienced, not just in what people say. That's how I've always been.
For me, dreams are not just insignificant things that you imagine and then brush off the next morning. Instead, dreams are like a story, a tale about how to get through things you've been struggling with in my life.
That night, I remember dreaming of something unusual. I'm sure you'll say that dreams are always unusual and unpredictable, and you might be right. But, as I've said, my dreams have always been an inspiration for me when I get into a stickysituation.
Like, for example, one time I dreamt of my parents' house burning in the middle of the night. I was about nine years old at the time.
Anyway, when I woke up, the next thing I did was look around the house. Even though it was just a dream, it made me anxious, so I told myself I'd check, just in case.
So after i investigated the bathroom and my parents bedroom and my bedroom of
After I checked the bathroom, my parents' bedroom, and my own, I went to drink some water. I've always needed to hydratemyself; I can't go to sleep without a cup of water beforehand. I was scared I might die of thirst in the middle of the night—I was just a kid, after all.
The moment I reached for the sink, I was shocked by what I saw: it was engulfed in flames! To this day, I don't know how that happened. When I asked my parents, for some reason, they refused to tell me how the sink caught fire.
Anyway, I yelled at the top of my lungs for my parents. Well, let's just say that was a very darkday.
Later on, when I got older, I stole money and other valuable things from my parents. I'd grown sick of them, and the sight of money tempted my simple human heart. Greed consumed every last bit of me that night.
Anyway, the unusual dream I had the night I went drinking with Ross and Riley, after I passed out, was of me standing alone in an empty room. Well, I guess I've always been standing in an empty room my whole life, so it didn't feel too far off.
The room had grey-colored wallpaper. It wasn't a big room; for example, my height is about 5 ft 6, and my head was almost hitting the ceiling. The room's size was proportional on all sides. If I were to lie down, it would almost take two of me to reach the other side, so it wasn't very big.
But what really caught my attention was the dark brown door in the middle of the front side of the room—the side I was facing when I found myself there.
After inspecting the room for a while, my curiosity got the better of me, so I tried to open the ominous-looking door.
The moment I reached for the handle, I felt a chill run down my spine. I felt like something or someone was breathing on my shoulder.
"Dad?!" I said for some reason, slowly turning my head. I swear I felt like I was seeing someone at the edge of my vision, but I couldn't make out their facial details.
When I finished turning, no one was there. I sighed in relief. "Good, no one's there."
So, I turned back to face the door. I tried to open it, but to my utmost surprise, the door was locked.
Huh?
But I heard and felt something coming out from the gap underneath the door; it was a BROWN liquid.
The amount of the brown-colored liquid was increasing; more and more was coming through the door gaps.
Reaching out to examine it, I muttered, "No, it can't be. No way."
When I reached out for it, I dipped my finger in it and put it in front of my nose, then started sniffing it.
"Phew, just apple vinegar. For a second there, I thought it was something completely different."
The amount of vinegar coming through the door gaps was increasing, though, to the point that I started floating in it.
Aghh pff, it tastes salty disgusting
The Vinegar reached to the top of the room filling up the whole room with brown coloured liquid my memories was getting hazy from that point
The next thing i remember is looking at a huge and i mean a huge hole in the ground in the middle of the night while a red moon was illuminating the sky ominously
I remember some dude was talking to me his face is unclear he said, this is the abyss where all special people get born you and i we don't belong here we forced ourselves in unlike them
I can tell that i was confused the whole time he was blabbering about the massive hole in the ground i never gave it much thought at the time
The next scene i found my self falling through the abyss that what the mysterious man called it
Then i suddenly woke up sweating
Uhhh my head what happened, i wondered
When i opened my eyes the next thing i saw was white light shining through my eyes i can see a white ceiling too
I said, d-did i die, am i in heaven
But then i heard a beeping sound repainting in my head i turned my head around and the next thing i saw was a big machine with a monitor in the monitor a zigzagy line was moving in it with a number that kept on changing
a Heart Monitor for Who?? Me, i wondered
When my eyes got adjusted to the bright light i looked around i was laying on a hospital bed with blue sheets next to me was a heart monitor wires everywhere
On the lower half of my face was an oxygen mask there was a closed oak door to my right hand side
That's when i realized that I lost consciousness after drinking a bottle of vinegar and they had send me to the hospital
As i was looking around the room while lying on the bed i started hearing a bunch of footsteps through the hallway
I heard a door creek sound
A black skinned guy came out through the door he was wearing a white coat and he looked like a Doctor
He looked around and then he loojed at me and said, good you're awake