As I feel my self slipping into this place , as I start to move spuratically from place to place.
It's cold here, but I…I can feel the blood rushing to my face and hands as my fingernails turn glaucous (a darker blue–gray) in colour.
There's a subtle hint of despair in the air. As I blip around from place to place I come across a black inky river and out it popped… A large furry beast covered in the black ink, it eyes weirdly are inside its mouth, its whole head seems to be a mouth.
I began to dash for my life of course, after all who wouldn't, because even though this may be a dream, I still feel this incessant need to survive.
These creatures cant seem to leave me alone, even in my dreams. They said the pills would help, they said the pills would make them go away or at the very least calm these visions down. These… Nightmares... But they didn't. The pills never did.
As i continue to keep running for my life, from this creep of a life form. I ask myself the question I should've asked myself in the beginning, I really have no clue how my brain could've thought this place up because I really dont recognise anything here.
And so i ask myself,
"WHERE THE ABSOLUTE F**K AM I ??????!!!!!!!!!"
And just like that my alarm goes off. (RING RING! RING RING!)
Silence. I hear something. Or someone, but before I could say anything—
"Yo. Wake up."
My eyes open. It felt heavy. Hard even, as I finally make the effort to glance at… It… or him. Whatever he was.
"I have an alarm for a reason, Jacka**!"
I finally speak, fully turning to him. Voice loud, unreasonably annoyed. Of course he wore the same insufferable thing he'd been wearing for a year.
Onward to the absolute trainwreck of an existence I call my life.