// I had a very weird dream: I had a group of friends, and we had set off to rescue my sister (I dont even have a sister irl). And we had to go through this dungeon in which we had to go in separate ways, each path had a boss at the end which would be specifically designed to face our weaknesses as human beings. I entered a room which looked like a really big temple, it was empty, suddenly everything began to look dizzy, my eyes were fading and when I finally could open them, the floor was weird, it was moving, waving like an ocean, but it was colorful, not just blue, it had red and white and black as colors. I sank under it, almost dying, but I found my strength, as I wanted to live and rose up. When I came out of the water, there was this mask hanging from a very weird thing that hanged from the ceiling, it looked like a coccoon in the middle of the room, the water no longer absorbed me, I could walk on top of it. I approached the mask, and eventually it looked at me, it was a horrible face, I was scared, as the mask began switching faces, it showed me real peoples faces too. It told me that I passed my first test, and that I didnt sink under the water because I faced my fear and decided that I wanted to live. Then the mask faced me about my worst fears. Talking to me, planting memories inside my mind, getting into my head and making me face my fears. I would die if I didnt overcome them. Which I did... in the end I made it. And then the mask brough us back to the temple again, the floor wasnt moving anymore, it was an empty temple again, everything lighted up and we faded away. We appeared in a room. It was a room of an old house I used to live in. The mask was in front of me and it began transforming, it became a human. An indian shaman it looked like. Now... now.... now its time.... He unbuttoned just the first few buttons from his shirt and stood up in one side of the room as he began chanting some weird stuff. I looked at him scared, I was on my bed, until I decided to pick up on what he was doing, standing up in the other side of the room, chanting the same words and sounds he did. (Supposedly, according to my imagination, after all the ritual was through, I would become a much stronger individual) Then we faded away into the light again, and my dream was over
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 10:09:37 +0000
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