Flashing lights pass through my eyes at incredible speeds. I remembered it all, every detail, every memory, images in my mind. With every flash, moments of scenes and colors I could have never imagined, soon it begins to get too much for me, my head feels like it's going to pop. I have no clue where this foreign information is coming from, but it feels like whatever content that belongs to the world where this information originates, is being condensed inside my head, forcing it apart at the seams until my head feels like it's going to explode!
I gasp suddenly as I wake, shooting up from my laid down position, remembering everything in vivid detail, I see the perspiration sticking to my body and groan. I plop back down with a sigh, thinking about what I learned this time. Something about how to make civilizations with agriculture, and the basics on psychology? Ugh this is so stupid, what the hell am I supposed to do with this information?!
These dreams have been happening for a long time, every other time I sleep. I feel disturbed and conflicted about where these facts, lessons, and stories come from. Something I have been trying to do is gather facts about what is happening, so far I have three main points to go off of. First, this has been happening for a while now. Second, every time I lay down and sleep I 'wake up' in my dream, not able to move, scenes passing by my eyes like I was watching the windows on a speeding train. Third and most important, these dreams always teach me new facts.
Each dream forces my brain to stretch and mold, and it does so by filling my brain with so much information it feels like it's about to shatter, and right before it does I wake up. My first hypothesis on why this is happening to me is either severe amnesia, and that my memories are only coming back to me within dreams. My second hypothesis is that my brain is being compacted with this information by an outside source. Though I have little evidence for either claim. The first one isn't that likely, as the information given to me doesn't feel like experiences I went through, or read, but literally as if information was being poured into my mind. And the Second option is outlandish, who would even be giving me all this information, and why? What would their purpose be, what am I supposed to do with this? At the moment the only things i've gained from these "dreams" is frustration.
The only thing I should know without facts suddenly popping into my mind, is the time I have spent in this abyss. The ground glowing a faint bioluminescent blue, the 'sky' an eternal black expanding forever with nothing for miles and miles, my body feeling weightless with a fluffy numbness. Like an invisible barrier just above my skin letting me touch something, allowing me to feel the pressure of it against me but removing the more fine details, like if something is hot or cold and dull or sharp, it's just... there.
As I was thinking about that for what must have been the hundredth, or even thousandth time, I suddenly got the intense need to go somewhere. The feeling is compared to a dam that has been building pressure trying to hold back with all its might, finally collapsing. I needed to move, run, go somewhere, but move where? It's been years, maybe decades since the last time I did any sort of activity like that, before giving up knowing that there is nothing, will be nothing in this abyss. Just me sitting, maybe laying, staring at the floor's beautiful colors. Mixing light and dark blues, and sometimes, rarely, wisps of purple and slight reds, moving like waves, ripples in water, even though the ground is unnaturally flat, smooth like an unbreakable layer of glass, and I know as I have tried with the endless time i have been here wanting something new.
The feeling, the need to move washes over me again, and before I know it I'm running. I don't know why or where I'm even going, but I can't stop. I start to panic, why cant I stop?! As that panic starts to manifest as shortened breath and fuzzy sight. I lose track of time. Everything becomes even more muted: sounds of my feet against the floor are barely heard over the ringing in my ears, the normally muted sensations of touch now become nonexistent. A fabricated feeling of calm washes over me.
After an unknown amount of time passes I start gaining awareness again. The forced calmness still lingering in my mind, ready to pull me back again at any moment. I make myself take a deep breath in, and let it out, repeating the process till the fuzziness isn't an imminent threat. As my senses start to come back the first thing I sense is the sour taste in my mouth. Next is the scent of what I could only describe as rain on a hot summer day, which makes me pause. The normal scent of the void is the smell of ozone and battery acid. Trying to calm down, I don't think much of it. A few more deep breaths. The feeling of warm wind brushes past me tingling my nerves as the unaccustomed feeling of temperature brushes past me. As I calm down more I start being able to think more, the fuzziness of my mind barely a tingle. With this I realize that I have stopped running and am currently crouched over in the fetal position on the ground.