[ WP ] You are immortal however if you die in a dream , you die in real life . You have mastered the ability of lucid dreaming , however one night , you are faced with your worst nightmare .

Immortality is a burdensome gift. 
 
 To never die is something many great leaders of our times wish to have but for me it has become a curse. 
 
 Seeing friends and family die off. To see the world that I once knew become anew, time and time again. I yearn for death yet it escapes me. I've attempted suicide more times than I can count. Poison, gunshots, stabbings, everything. 
 
 For years I've searched in all the shadows to find something, someone that could lift me from my curse. 
 
 So far, the only way I can ease the pain of never dying is the promise a mystic gave to me in exchange I watch over his family. If I die in a dream, my physically body will finally die. 
 
 Whether or not this is true, I can not let my one chance at finally resting go to waste. 
 
 The final descendant of the mystic died, his bloodline has lasted centuries so I am free of my promise. I just hope he is true to his. 
 
 I isolate myself in order to mediate. I must master what my ancestors called lucid dreaming. I can be aware that I am in a dream world and hopefully take control of my dream self. 
 
 After years of practice and meditation, I've finally mastered it. 
 
 I lay down for what I hope is my final resting place and within minutes I am transported into the dream world. 
 
 Yes, just as I created. A vast emptiness. I've experienced so much after all these centuries of being alive surrounded by people that I dream of nothing. 
 
 I am in an empty space with only a table with a revolver laying on top. 
 
 Poetic in a way. Weaponry has become so advanced since my time. Yet I still decide to end my life using the tools of my ancestors. 
 
 I think of my family or what I piece together of their memories. Is there an after life? I do not know. But the thought of being reunited with them brings a tear to my eyes. Joy to my heart. Peace to my soul. 
 
 Goodbye world, I whisper to myself. Finally....goodbye. 
 
 I pull the trigger. I feel an immense pain and the light around me begins to fade. A hole opens in the room and beings to suck the environment into it. 
 
 Finally, I hope. This is death. Peaceful death. 
 
 My sight vanishes. My body weakens. My mind is blank. 
 
 I am thrust awake from my slumber. I take in my surroundings. Regain my sense of time and space. I am back in reality. But I know I died, I felt myself dying. How could this be? 
 
 I am faced with my worst nightmare. I am truly immortal. 
 

