Maggots spread and crawled onto my skin, I was disgusted and I did not want any maggots to crawl anywhere near me. I tried to stand up, due to the corpse's stubbornness they all grabbed my leg. I felt their flesh and bones on my skin, I screamed because of the situation that I was in.
Retaliating, I swung my sword on the corpse's that were clinging on my leg. I kicked and punched, swung my sword onto them. So that I can get away from them, everytime I try to step on them, it felt like I was stepping on mud. It was slippery, soft, and smelt awful.
I almost lost conciousness, due to how long I held my breath, just so i cannot breath in the awful smell. I did want to be in this situation anymore, I ran away from the pile of corpse's that were surrounding me.
However, everytime I try to run away. They all appear out of nowhere, it seemed endless and dark. I lost my flashlight when I fell on the corpse's earlier, although there were a lot of them inside the inventory. I could not get another one, because I was scared and all my senses were overstimulated.
All I could think was getting out this dream, no matter how I ran, I could not escape all of the rotten corpse's. I felt my body giving out, I ran so much my MP could not recover anymore. I was trapped inside this never ending dream, I could not take it anymore. I fell on the rotten corpse's, I felt hopeless and could not think straight.
My vision were covered with maggots and the corpse's were eating my flesh, I could feel my skin being ripped out of my body, bones being torn apart, I tried to scream, but unable to do so. Being eaten alive was one of the most painful thing I have experienced, I closed my eyes and accepted my fate. I knew that I could not beat my dream, no matter how much effort I put in.
I woke up sweating, and goosebumps ran all over my body. I felt asleep on the side of the road, next to the garbage. My heart beating fast and irregularly, I was out of breath and I could not remember the last thing I remember.
"A dream happened again?"
I looked at the time, it was 3:04. My body was sweating and I am not sure what caused to sweat uncontrollably, it was like I died inside the dream. A traumatic experience happened to me, I am not quite sure myself. I tasted a digusting taste inside my mouth, I felt like puking out my organs.
I was trying to control and regulate my composure, but I could not.....
"What the hell happened inside that dream?"
Judging by how my body reacted, I could only inspect something horrific, traumatizing had happened, something that I could not prevent nor control.
Despite all of the things that I felt, I looked at the map and all of the areas that I encircled, there was not a single shaded area I did not uncover. It was a good thing, now that I fulfilled the purpose of this mission, goal rather.
I grabbed my bike and Immediately went back home. When I have arrived, I jumped up onto the window of my room. Taking off my jacket, I grabbed some wet tissues and wiped it on my face. Looking at my reflection on the mirror.
I noticed that there were bruises on my abdomen, I gently touched it and tried to recall on when I got this...
"Why are there so many?"
There were a lot of bruises, not only on my abdomen. But also on my shoulders and neck, something had happened when I fell asleep on the side of the road...
"I think this was caused by the dream that I had"
Although I am not quite sure myself, but it was only a speculation. I do remember Citra having bruises on her forearms, where her long sleeves did not cover her skin. Since she wore a clothe that covered up her skin, on the arms and legs. It was not a dress, but a thin and flexible material.
Anyway, with this many bruises on my neck. I simply cannot go into school with this exposed, it looked like hickeys. I did not want people to suspect that I had a wonderful night, especially Noah.
I went to my closet and searched for a scarf, all I could find was a jacket that covered up my neck. It was enough, since wearing a scarf inside a hot climate would be stupid.
I grabbed the jacket and hang it on the chair, I then grabbed a fresh shirt and wore it. Laying on my bed, remembering the moment I woke up from having a dream. There were a lot of thoughts inside my head, to the point that I could not sleep.
I layed there on my bed, eyes opened and fully awake. It was 4:50 in the morning and I could not sleep. Frustrated, I jumped off my bed and decided to write a journal.
I did not know what to write inside, but it was just a way of killing time and hopefully make me have the motivation to sleep....
I wrote all of the things that had happened to me this past week, and also the plans that I had in mind. I was lost inside my thoughts, coming up with theories about the dreams that I had. The mysteries inside the other world.
After half an hour, I lost the motivation on writing. My brain was all mush, I could not think any longer. It was already 5:25, sleeping would be pointless right now. I decided to take a shower, so that I can leave for school early. Even though I do not want to do that, I had no other things to do so for the sake of it, i did not anyway.
After I took a shower, the bruises were still there and judging by how colorful they are, I do not think it will fade any time soon. After changing, I went to my room and got ready for school. It was still early, and I still have an hour to waste.
Grabbing my phone, I read some light novels to kill time. I noticed that there were a lot of novels being published, some of them only started and some had 20+ chapters already in their novel. I got curious, I clicked on one promising novel titled "Emperor of the New World".
It only had 15 chapters, so I decided to read it all. It only took me thirty minutes, since all of the chapters had 2k words each. It was not that much.
What fascinated me, was the story was original and had many interesting characters. Although there are a lot of manwhas being referenced, it was still original and has a unique writing style.
It felt like, it was being written by a beginner writer. One that has no experience in writing, and only wanted to write his/her own novel. There were a lot of grammar errors, common words being used repeatedly, and lack of consistency in the writing.
Not that I am speaking ill on the author, matter of fact I respect the author for trying to write his/her own novel. Besides, it is only the beginning he/she still has time to improve. That is only natural if you trying something new, like the quote my grandfather used to tell me "if you are not doing something wrong, then you are doing something wrong".
It was a nonsensical quote he used to tell me, is what I used to think after I heard him saying that. But, after some time I had figured out what he was trying to say. I lived by that quote, that is the reason why I always try on something new and not only stick to one skill, or topic.
You are supposed to be flexible, and not overthink your actions. Not being bound to one skill, but to multiple. Being a jack of all trades, and a master of none is what you are supposed to be. It may be difficult at first, but with consistency you will get better overtime.
Life is a journey, it does not matter where your destination is. What matters is the journey you had, to get to your destination. A lot of people that I know only focus on getting to their destination, and do not enjoy the journey they had to get there.
It is painful for me to watch them crumble, and not achieve anything due to that...
"Clint!!!!! Wake up!!!"
...
"Oh, shit. I daydreamed again"
Why do I always get lost inside my thoughts? as if I am talking to someone else. It is a weird habit of mine, even when I was still a kid. I always get lost inside my thoughts, and lost track of time everytime I daydream.