Was dreaming a dream, with my usual wilderness and fun, and with their usual worthlessness and decay. One of them hauled a landmass with ropes and scalers to my dream. And when it connected, a white frost came and a whitey, dead, specter doppler of mine stared to advance, along him was a white line, as if it was sweeping my dream world away. They tried to make me afraid of it. I felt no fear. So, I showed no fear. I somehow knew what it meant for me. As if this wasn't first time this had happened. I am pretty sure it did happen a lot. I looked into a mirror. In the mirror, I saw my myself. My shoulder length long black hair, my clean shaven face, my pale skin. It was me. I like me. And they don't. I knew that too. I had to trick them into escaping from this setup. If I just booked it, They would have just followed me. Then I came up with it. Oh boy did I came up with it.
The doppler was out of my vision, and their pathetic slave assigned to play my grandma was still trying to make me afraid of it. "It's ready! It's ready! You have to go now!" It said. I somehow knew what that was ready. As I said, I think this has happened thousands of times. The doppler had ran into a wall and turned into a white portal. I felt no malice or love from it. It wasn't alive. It was just an ethereal machine of some purpose. It was roughly in the shape of my body. "How cliche." I thought. They thought they had me. They thought I was blindwalking in my own creation. They thought they had won. Ah, but this time, I had won. I stepped into the portal for about three-four steps. It pressured me. Tried to make its way into my head. I felt its weight on my body and on my soul. Then, as according to my little plot, then I propelled out of it backwards. The movement felt so natural, so smooth and crisp. I hit the ground, as I wished that there would be gravity, but there was none. Then I felt exhausted, as I wished that I would be after that, but I was not tired. No. Not in the slightest.
I stood up at my feet, and I felt alone. Because I was. The specter and its portal was gone. Their one slave was gone. That everpresent watching and recording eye was gone. I knew I broke something. I knew I foiled an exercise. Felt good. Then I felt something. Something powerful was lying on the ground. That thing was not there before. It was nearly big enough as my two hands combined. I picked it up. It was of circular shape. It had two layers, the middle of it was mostly hollow. It's two layers were connected by what I can only describe as hard-solid melted cheese. It was a like a very thin small wheel. Like some compact disk. It felt wholly homogeneous. All same material. All same density. And... And get this; It had the texture of the Universe. I saw Nebulas of all colour. There were stars. Yellow, red, blue, white, brown, purple. And the black-blue empty space around them. Whole fuarrrking galaxies were twirling around inside the thingy. As I turned it and looked at It from other sides, The spectral inside of it changed accordingly. There is no way in hell that they crafted this thingy alone. I had something to do with It. There was a sticker on It. I can only say sticker because I knew it was not an original part of It. And it had some writing on it. I forgot what it said but I changed it to something that I've forgotten. But it felt like it was something better.
I looked at the thingy again. I liked the little thing. But I strongly felt like I didn't need that thing. I can create unseen wonders and untold beauty in the blink of an eye. I do not need this confined souvenir of whatever to indulge myself. And, with a great cockiness ever slightly drenched in bittersweetness, I tossed It back on the ground. "I'm sorry. But you are not good enough for me." I said to the thing. And I was done. Hey, do you know what happens when you say "you are done." in a dream? A false awakening. I willed myself into a sleep and I willed myself back to consciousness. Then I "woke up" in the same spot. The slave was back. But the eye was still gone. after a couple of minutes derping around, I woke up for real.
What have we learned? Never trust shapeshifters and never trust any portals of any kind.
Man I Fuarrking Love Dreaming
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