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A Series of Myths and Legends: Dreams
Every night remains the same; staring at the ceiling until I fall asleep and then, the magic happens.
The only time I can get out of reality is through dreams where I can kill those toxic peers of mine. Then include a dragon and a giant whirlpool slowly sucking the life of me and teleport to space where asteroids travel like a fun carousel.
To me, dreams are my reality. This "actual" one is so plain and boring and if something adrenaline inducing event does happen, it's mostly just a bunch of issues involving crimes and deaths of innocent -- "innocent" -- people.
Plain. Boring. Toxic. Fragile.
Every day and every night, a cycle of reality and reality.
It's getting boring, too.
But this morning was rather good. I got promoted. I think that's something to be proud of myself. That might be it because I felt a rush of energy to get more work done. Surprisingly enough, the usual news and bickering of teammates were nowhere and I peacefully went through the day.
Now tonight, that rush is gone and I find myself just staring at the ceiling again. Plain white with rocky patterns -- the view when waking up and falling asleep.
As I close my eyes, the scenery I see is my office.
Am I dreaming or did the day just go by like that...
I look around and see my boss approaching me. Standing up to greet him, he pushes me aside and gives the man behind me the same promotion I had.
When I look back, the face of that man was unclear but rather familiar. The way he moved and dressed reminded me of something too familiar.
He looks at me and grins. The boss and other employees shift their gazes at me and laughs. I step back a little as I fall to a depth with the last image of that man grinning.
Eveything is dark for a moment. Then, a light glimmers.
I am in my house.
That grinning man is there. He is carrying a child whose face was blurred as well. A bunch of children of different ages run around him as what seems to be his wife is sitting on the couch, observing silently and eerily.
The wife stands up a little later and stabs one of the children. The child who seems to be in his early teens. The older ones stop playing and tries to recucitate him while the younger ones continued playing with their dad. The man was unfazed, too. Then, the wife stabs herself as the dad stops carrying the youngest. He tells the young ones to sit down...
The only time I can get out of reality is through dreams where I can kill those toxic peers of mine. Then include a dragon and a giant whirlpool slowly sucking the life of me and teleport to space where asteroids travel like a fun carousel.
To me, dreams are my reality. This "actual" one is so plain and boring and if something adrenaline inducing event does happen, it's mostly just a bunch of issues involving crimes and deaths of innocent -- "innocent" -- people.
Plain. Boring. Toxic. Fragile.
Every day and every night, a cycle of reality and reality.
It's getting boring, too.
But this morning was rather good. I got promoted. I think that's something to be proud of myself. That might be it because I felt a rush of energy to get more work done. Surprisingly enough, the usual news and bickering of teammates were nowhere and I peacefully went through the day.
Now tonight, that rush is gone and I find myself just staring at the ceiling again. Plain white with rocky patterns -- the view when waking up and falling asleep.
As I close my eyes, the scenery I see is my office.
Am I dreaming or did the day just go by like that...
I look around and see my boss approaching me. Standing up to greet him, he pushes me aside and gives the man behind me the same promotion I had.
When I look back, the face of that man was unclear but rather familiar. The way he moved and dressed reminded me of something too familiar.
He looks at me and grins. The boss and other employees shift their gazes at me and laughs. I step back a little as I fall to a depth with the last image of that man grinning.
Eveything is dark for a moment. Then, a light glimmers.
I am in my house.
That grinning man is there. He is carrying a child whose face was blurred as well. A bunch of children of different ages run around him as what seems to be his wife is sitting on the couch, observing silently and eerily.
The wife stands up a little later and stabs one of the children. The child who seems to be in his early teens. The older ones stop playing and tries to recucitate him while the younger ones continued playing with their dad. The man was unfazed, too. Then, the wife stabs herself as the dad stops carrying the youngest. He tells the young ones to sit down...
