[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - CliffsNotes Edition

Heya! I had a thrilling dream the other night and felt compelled to write about it. there is a grain of truth to what i wrote but mostly stays on the side of fiction. 
 
 Is it still Sunday? 
 
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 So I woke up in the middle of the night, I assume it was the middle of the night. 
 
 As soon as I tried to move, just you know, tilt my head slightly to get more comfortable. 
 
 
 This specter appeared, I felt it scream at me, it made no noise but I felt it reverberate through me. 
 
 
 I tried to struggle but it laid its hands on my chest and forehead, I felt tangible pressure pushing down on me. 
 
 
 I relaxed my body and watched this near invisible daemon cackle as it saw I stopped resisting. 
 
 
 So there I laid, motionless, some ethereal being staring down at me, its empty eyes reminded me of the countless stars that riddle void in space. 
 
 A very uncomfortable pressure pushing me down. 
 
 A few moments pass before I start to try and move again, the specter flickers in and out of existence at least that was what it looked like. 
 
 Before I knew it, it had appeared on my other side and it was again, holding me down. 
 
 
 I relaxed my body again, and I started thinking so this is the same as the usual, a terrifying thing appears when you wake up but your motor skills do n't work for some reason. 
 
 
 So I thought, how hard can it be to actually move while in this state? 
 
 So I pushed and pushed. The specter lets out some sort of voiceless shout that echoes inside of me, I feel it shaking me, as if I was experiencing an earthquake. 
 
 Moments pass, the shaking continues, the relentless visuals of a specter screaming continues. 
 
 Suddenly the specters head stops screaming, the shaking lessens a bit. 
 
 It starts to take bites out of my face, this of course terrified me. 
 
 But even then, this time I could n't relax, I started fighting back harder. 
 
 
 Everything starts shaking, me, the bed, the room, the house and even the air starts distorting. 
 
 I feel my heart jumping up and down and I start to think. 
 
 `` Is it eating my soul? Is it eating my soul!?'' 
 
 `` Is this why I feel like everything is pointless?'' 
 
 `` Is this why I feel so empty?'' 
 
 `` Is this why I feel such dramatic surge in apathy'' 
 
 `` Is this why I want to die?'' 
 
 
 Then I relax again. I watch this thing, this little demon that is half my size. 
 
 I watch it take bites after bites out of me, the world stabilizes. 
 
 I stop shaking, I stop trembling and finally it stops moving. 
 
 
 I ca n't help but feel I learned something during this encounter. 
 
 But the pessimist in me tells me it is nothing but my overactive imagination. 
 
 
 This may seem overly dramatic, and it is. This isn ’ t a rare occurrence, sure it may be one of the more terrifying ones, but I live another life in my dreams. 
 
 And you dream what you live, so if you live through other people, you ’ ll dream of these people. If you live through fantasy stories, you ’ ll dream fantasy. At least that has been my experience. 
 
 I am constantly creating worlds as soon as I lay down, I think of terrifying things, but I also think of exciting combat, undying love, passion, cruel behavior, soul crushing tragedies, comedic events and multiple other things that peak my interests. 
 
 There was a time when I tried to fight this, to stop dreaming. It worked to an extent. It always came back, leaving me unprepared, but the point is, it always came back. So I embraced it. 
 
 Yes it confuses me a lot, I dream of realistic scenarios as much as I dream of fictional ones. And the realistic ones can really confuse you, it often makes me assume things happened that didn ’ t, it hasn ’ t been a huge deterrence but it exists. 
 
 In the end of the day you have to make a choice. Some would draw meaning from these things. They may even take it as some sort of supernatural occurrence. I am very skeptical, I don ’ t believe in magic, prophets or other fantasies. 
 
 But, I do love to indulge myself in fiction, to experience the super natural. It ’ s one of the reason I want to write, so I am able to create my own world. I want to create something that allows you to suspend your disbelief. 
 
 So I try to create things that may or may not be true. The multiverse, the plausibly infinite universe. 
 Different dimensions, different laws of physics, extreme evolution and advanced technology. 
 
 See, just because I don ’ t believe something exists, it doesn ’ t mean it won ’ t become reality through one way or the other. 

