Dream the Second
It's dark...really dark. The kind of dark that makes one wonder if his eyes are closed. Blinking doesn't bring any answers.
He runs, completely unsure of where he's going and not really caring, since the THING is following him, and he can't let it bite and tear at him. He has to get away, for-- For someone? There has to be someone else there. A woman. Julianna?
He stops. He reaches out for whoever it was he was protecting. He gets nothing back but a cold, deep voice, stronger than his own.
Delusional psychosis brought on by extreme stress. Common. Understandable.
He runs away from it- that voice brings death. But it continues, even louder than before.
The first step towards lasting change is recognizing the basic implausibility of false belief. Yours is easy to identify. You believe yourself in a position of some control. You believe you can find the answers to this puzzle. But the problem with that, Troy, is that you've already solved it.. The voice laughs. He wonders how it can. This is not belief, it is empirical fact. You're screwed, my friend. You can only deny the truth of your situation so long...
Claws from some unknown source rip him neatly in half, straight down the middle. But there's no rush of blood, no release of organs. There's just him and the darkness.
Soon, even that distinction fades.
He runs, completely unsure of where he's going and not really caring, since the THING is following him, and he can't let it bite and tear at him. He has to get away, for-- For someone? There has to be someone else there. A woman. Julianna?
He stops. He reaches out for whoever it was he was protecting. He gets nothing back but a cold, deep voice, stronger than his own.
Delusional psychosis brought on by extreme stress. Common. Understandable.
He runs away from it- that voice brings death. But it continues, even louder than before.
The first step towards lasting change is recognizing the basic implausibility of false belief. Yours is easy to identify. You believe yourself in a position of some control. You believe you can find the answers to this puzzle. But the problem with that, Troy, is that you've already solved it.. The voice laughs. He wonders how it can. This is not belief, it is empirical fact. You're screwed, my friend. You can only deny the truth of your situation so long...
Claws from some unknown source rip him neatly in half, straight down the middle. But there's no rush of blood, no release of organs. There's just him and the darkness.
Soon, even that distinction fades.