It's been a while since I remembered a dream. The best dreams are usually the ones that end right before you kiss the princess, and then there are nightmares that never end even if you've woken up. The one I had this morning is neither of the two. It's most definitely not a dream as I find no joy in it, but it's also not what I'd call a nightmare since my bed was still dry when I got up. It did got me thinking, however, about hell and the living world...I don't know it just might be good material for my stash of unfinished stories that never got passed the prologue.
So, ready?
I'm gonna leave the beginning of the dream out of this since I can't remember how playing soccer at the Grove outside of the University led me to an eerie building with a Victorian era interior design.
Anyway, I was in a building holding a paper bag of McDonald's burgers. I was standing on the top half of a staircase leading to a dark basement. The staircase was long and wide, and there were a few people I knew who were standing midway to the basement. Two people went up to get the paper bag from me and then they went down again. I followed. Before reaching the basement I saw a star followed by three sixes.
The basement was spacious but not empty. It was dark but I remember there were a lot of people, all of them sitting down with their chairs leaning on the wall. A single pillar stood in the middle of the room, still with people surrounding it. The place felt cold, eerie and silent. Despite the number of people there were no sounds, even my footsteps were silent.
As I noticed all these I was walking on autopilot towards the upper right part of the basement, towards an empty chair behind another person. It was mine, it felt like mine. The moment I sat down, I woke up.
It might not be as creepy as it sounds typed in here but now that I tried my best to remember I keep getting chills running down my spine.
What made me think about that dream is the fact that I woke up the very moment I sat down. I remember closing my eyes and next thing I knew I was looking at my Hinata stuffed toy with drool on her hair. Why? Why at that exact moment?
It kinda makes me feel like there's a reality different from ours, like in the Matrix where people are plugged in to live in a virtual world with a 1999 UI when it was really 2199 and we're living our lives as batteries.
How messed would it be, though, to one day wake up sitting on a chair in a dark basement completely clueless whether you're dreaming or finally experiencing reality.
Well as a programmer, I find that idea much closer to reality than me kissing a princess so, yeah.
So, ready?
I'm gonna leave the beginning of the dream out of this since I can't remember how playing soccer at the Grove outside of the University led me to an eerie building with a Victorian era interior design.
Anyway, I was in a building holding a paper bag of McDonald's burgers. I was standing on the top half of a staircase leading to a dark basement. The staircase was long and wide, and there were a few people I knew who were standing midway to the basement. Two people went up to get the paper bag from me and then they went down again. I followed. Before reaching the basement I saw a star followed by three sixes.
The basement was spacious but not empty. It was dark but I remember there were a lot of people, all of them sitting down with their chairs leaning on the wall. A single pillar stood in the middle of the room, still with people surrounding it. The place felt cold, eerie and silent. Despite the number of people there were no sounds, even my footsteps were silent.
As I noticed all these I was walking on autopilot towards the upper right part of the basement, towards an empty chair behind another person. It was mine, it felt like mine. The moment I sat down, I woke up.
It might not be as creepy as it sounds typed in here but now that I tried my best to remember I keep getting chills running down my spine.
What made me think about that dream is the fact that I woke up the very moment I sat down. I remember closing my eyes and next thing I knew I was looking at my Hinata stuffed toy with drool on her hair. Why? Why at that exact moment?
It kinda makes me feel like there's a reality different from ours, like in the Matrix where people are plugged in to live in a virtual world with a 1999 UI when it was really 2199 and we're living our lives as batteries.
How messed would it be, though, to one day wake up sitting on a chair in a dark basement completely clueless whether you're dreaming or finally experiencing reality.
Well as a programmer, I find that idea much closer to reality than me kissing a princess so, yeah.
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