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"Who are you?" I asked while making a confident pose, hoping that this spectre will retreat from my fake stance.
The mysterious figure did nothing but glare at me with its black and invisible eyes, still equipped with the pick-axe in his hand. I wanted to scream and run away, but I do not know if it was far too late for me to act since the shadow was a supernatural being. I place up a front and engage myself into battle, armed with the peculiar flashlight on my right and a quivering free hand.
"I have a weapon," I spoke with intense anger. "And I'm not afraid to use it!"
Without a moment to lose, the dark matter abruptly vanishes in plain sight, leaving the part of the hallway open and empty.
Demented, I fall into the ground, hitting the floor with my butt first, and try to recall the uncanny experience that I had gone through.
"What was that about…" I question myself to the scene in front of me, wishing that someone will give me an answer for all of this madness. Yet, there was nobody there to comfort me or tell me that everything will be okay.
No one but myself, so it seems.
"I must be having a hellish nightmare." I thought to myself while carefully staring at the afterimage of the silhouette that was once there.
Afterwards, I rub my eyes while striving toward my room. The television downstairs has an automatic system that analyses human individuals watching and sitting on the sofa. Once it knew that the person had already left the living room, the cube set would begin shutting down on its own.
I could not wait for any longer, so I lay down, flat, on the bed. Never did I suspect that supernatural entities exist in my reality-and in my reality, alone. However, I cannot yet assure myself from all the happenings around me as I wishfully think that these are all just a hallucination generated by my mind.
Terrified, I pull my trusty blanket closer to my head and cover my frightened expression with the soft and tingling fabric touching my nose.
"I can still feel," I murmur to myself.
-But, at once, my eyes wear down, accompanied by my exhausted mind. I found myself fast asleep once more, unaware of my surroundings-unaware that I had died and lived once again.
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Before I could peel my eyes wide open, my hand feels cold and fresh liquid splashing at my fingers. They then paired the environment up with an ocean breeze rising upwards through my body. Although the atmosphere around us feels otherworldly and spectacular, the dreams I produce inside my head always bring me demise.
Finally, after all the patience I have gone through, I decided to observe and feel my surroundings. Enormous tidal waves and debris floating within my vicinity greeted and welcomed my vision.
I found myself in the middle of the Pacific, lost and stranded, with a raft voyaging me to nowhere and beyond. Everything circling me perceives to be real. The sounds continuously reverberate through my ears that prove the world is factual despite its sudden appearance.
Like always, I calm myself down and focus on what I am able to do in my situation. There was no other way for me to turn back nor paddle my meagre boat in a definite direction. And even if I had an object of some sort, it was impossible for me to escape this godforsaken realm.
My eyes shifted far and wide, but I still yet to find the nearest coast. Even with the help of the pocket-sized flag, mysteriously placed in the middle, it cannot determine the direction I am sailing.
Infuriated, I swiftly dip my hands on the gushing water and paddle my way north to hasten my vessel. However, as my face reflected on the ocean, I saw something hideous swimming through the obsidian coral reefs.
"What the fuck!"
My body immediately reacted to the being lurking below me, silently hunting its next prey. Luckily, my raft camouflages itself with the rest of the wastes still buoyant from here and there.
A hint of regret escapes my mind for having to place my fingers confidently near the tides with the monstrous beast beside me.
The flooring shakes mildly as the creature moves ahead of my make-shift boat.
"It seems it is not interested in eating me," I remarked to myself, praying that my comment is indeed the truth. "I better leave this place before sinking."
-Just when I was about to twist the direction of the boat, the monster revealed itself in front of me, glaring at my still and frightened figure. Every organ of my body becomes paralysed as I stare at the marvellous height of the snake-like fiend.
The aquatic viper measures at around three-hundred feet tall, even exceeding the world's towering building, the Olympic tower. Its eyes have a mixture of scarlet and purple hues, similar to its scales continuously retracting while it is above water. Furthermore, the acid oozing out from the muzzles was enough to acidify the seismic ocean wave forming throughout its environment.
"Whatever you do, don't move."
My consciousness kept warning me to avoid producing any sudden movements that can attract the serpent. Thankfully, the basilisk shifts its view as soon as it discerns the audio of a blue whale wandering from miles away.
Thankfully, the attention of the monster immediately shifts to the wondering mammal wandering from afar. With a blaring roar, the sea monster dives in yet again and follows the origin of the crying noise.
Once it had reached the figure of the cetacean, clamorous cries can be heard and noticed from miles away, indicating that the whale had been ambushed and feasted. A few minutes afterwards, the saltish sea was then filled and enveloped with dark crimson colour spreading like wildfire underwater. It had almost felt as if vines were stretching below the reef, tangling everything that it sees and touches.
The monster who was satisfied and relinquished from the meal it craved was now dashing through the whirlpools, hunting down more of the stranded fishes nearby. To me, this occurrence was a blessing in disguise that I am, even now, alive amidst the dangerous beast.
Abruptly, the water moving my raft rummaged violently, forming a towering tidal wave directed ahead of me. The cause of this situation was none other than the energetic aquatic monstrosity, waving its gigantic fins at all directions.
I braced myself for an impact and instinctively grabbed hold on to the tiny creak of the boat, hoping that the collision would barely hit. Eventually, the tsunami sent me tumbling outside of my shelter and swept me away with the school of fishes. All of my senses felt numb and swollen, and the only sensation that I can perceive is the continuous agonistic scream of my body.
Despite these unfavourable conditions, my hazy mind electrified me back to my reality, where I was sleeping peacefully on my bed, not minding the world around me.
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"Guwah!" My body impulsively jolted while vomiting at the clean fabric of my blanket. I lost track of reality and guessed that I was back inside my abode after hearing the soft chirps of the morning robins perched on the old branch.
I immediately sit upright and process everything that I see. Once I finally assured myself that I was back in my world, the clock abruptly rang beside me.
My petite hand reaches for the plastic alarm, wanting to hit the protruding button. However, when I averted my gaze, I saw that my limb was drenched and enveloped in salty water.
Abruptly, the soft and untouched skin coming from my right appendage appears to have a mysterious scratch. The slash was diagonally placed and inscribed on my back. It was as if a monster had swiped me with its long and razor-sharp nails, hoping that the strike had killed me.
"Where did I get this from?" A dozen images from the past projects through my vision, but none of them reminded me of creeping closer to a violent animal. The nails were far too large for a wild animal that I know of, and these mammals cannot inflict such injury like this.
There was one creature inside my mind that can produce this wound of some sort. That monster came from inside my dream.
"No fucking way…" I cursed at the event that happened a while ago as I was trapped and placed in an unknown ocean with the sea serpent.
The tidal wave must have brought me back into reality, but the spikes of the monster had reached me before I was transported and relocated in my bed. But the most bizarre thing about it was, the occurrence that had happened was generated and produced inside my mind; and it is, undoubtedly, a dream.
A grim reverie that was supposed to stay inside my mind and imagined by my head. The experience of pain and discomfort in the dream tagged along with me by the time that I woke up; just like the time that I have "The pocket light with me,"
I sprawled out of bed and hurriedly took the flashlight I kept under the sofa for the sake of good measure.
There it was, the same Stygian beacon lying under the uncleaned coach, mixed with few spider combs and dust, greeted me.
In the end, I became unequivocal of something in particular that
"All of my dreams have come true."