I changed one of my dreams into a piece of literature. It was just that interesting...
Here it is for those who wish to read it. This is basically the Real Me (The one with hammer) vs. the Mask I play in front of people.
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I wake up and notice how dark can one place truly be. Not a single shred of light illuminates into this dark room. I look down, or I thought I did, and could not even see my chest or legs and even the rope that binds me to this immovable chair. I wanted to yell and scream for help, but there is nothing to be heard from the outside: no signs or sounds of life anywhere within the vicinity.
A slight tapping noise comes from the direction in front of me. I ask, "Is somebody there?" There is no response, and there never will be a response as I wait here, hearing the tapping noise over and over again until my mind couldn't take it anymore.
"LET ME OUT!"
I tried so hard to force the bindings off but I never could. I shake the chair back and forth violently but to no avail. There is a salty taste in my mouth which I believe is tears mixed with my snot as I sit there, crying and begging for my freedom.
Just once, did I hear a very odd sound. I thought it was a footstep, but it wasn't, rather, I thought I heard breathing. So someone is here, I thought, and so I break the silence, "A-are you there? I can hear you!"
I regretted ever saying a word as I saw a great pair of sparking white teeth in front of me. Looking up, I can see the large white eyes, straining to stay open as I sat in horror and scream for help.
"You love this don't you?"
Stopping my struggle, I can recognize the voice, but without a face, I cannot fully picture whom it may be. I thought of my cousin who seems to love the cruelty in torture, but I was wrong when I heard the voice again, "Ya know, I think this is kinda nice... to die right here, don't you think?"
A clicking noise comes from the stranger, lighting up the dark room with the small flame from the lighter and I can see the culprit and to my shock, I see myself standing there, stained in blood and scars.
"Why don't we have some fun? I have a nice selection of tools... maybe a saw? I don't know... why not a hammer? That's original! Yes, let's try a hammer shall we?"
"Wait! Stop... STOP!" but my screams have no affect. I can tell in his eyes, he has no self control over his desire to kill. His blank yet sadistic expression leaves me paralyzed in fear as he removes a large hammer off the wall with the end of the tool at least twice the size of my head. I didn't like the feeling of pain, and I never had broken a bone before, but I wouldn't want my first to be with a hammer in a place even I don't know about.
"Now... where should we start first? How about the legs? You don't need them!"
He swings the hammer to his back, suspending it behind his head as he tries to gather the strength to swing it towards me. In the next moment, he swings it forth, smashing my left arm in. I can hear the bones snap as it the hammer made contact, knocking my body in the same direction as the blow. I cried and screamed as loud as I could, telling him to stop.
"You want me to stop? Hah, not like you give a ****! You don't care anyways! But its a mess though, I missed my mark when I thought I had you squarely in the knees. I always wanted to hear a person's knee pop out!"
The lighter burns out, sending everything back to the abyss, but it doesn't stop the fact that he is still standing there, gritting his glowing white teeth in the dark.
"This won't stop me, I can see you clearly as day!"
I can hear the swinging motion of the hammer. My body shivers as I am unable to tell where the next blow will be until my head jerks instantly towards the right as it met the cold steel of the hammer.
I can taste blood inside my mouth. Maybe it was from the teeth? I don't know. I couldn't move my jaws anymore and could no longer keep my eyes open as my head dazes about from the impact.
"Still alive I see? You know, this is quite fun. I wonder why YOU didn't do it. After all, I am you!"
My eyes open again in a lit room. I see him holding his hammer in another swinging position from above. His eyes seem to be bulging out as he yells, "IT IS NICE TO DIE LIKE THIS RIGHT?"
The last swing feels slow as it falls from above. I tell myself how much I wanted to die and escape from this torture, asking the hammer to do so for me as it smashes my skull.
I thought I was dead until I open my eyes again, but this time, I was watching the hammer man smashing the corpse from a nearby position. I had no body of my own, no way to speak, no way to interact. Guessing I am only here to watch, I look to see the corpse's head being brutally smashed in over and over again as the other me continues to swing the hammer back and forth, laughing and smiling without flinch as he strikes constantly.
