Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

A giant building inclosed him,bars and gates surrounding the rooms.No windows occupied the halls,and beds were cells with a matress.One way out,through the giant gate of linked chain that was never used,for you weren't supposed to leave,but stay in the building of cells and gates.Not a single chain physically.But chains were still abundant.He did not know this at the time.He though the gates and cells were for protection.As he left,he did not turn back.It was pitch black,the different levels of blackness the only things that served as colors.As he walked,he reached a limit.And when he stepped beyond this,a white portal opened,and He spent long hours coming to the other side.Once there,fear invaded him.An abandoned place,once sprawling with life,was abandoned.He knew somehow,as dreams let you know,that something was trying to get to him.And it made the people there gone.Not dead or trtured,just gone.He hid any where he could,but the presence did not leave.He finally leaped back into the protal,and that is when he realized something was wrong.
He faced the building.
It was completly square and white.The top 3rd was tilted forward,making the two big,glowing screens look like they were gazing at him.He tried to hide behind a long forgotten tool,but somewon with black green robes of oils and sickness found him.And once again,he was thrust into the building.
But this time,he was AWARE.
A lawyer stood to the left of him,somewon to the right,and a stage with many an audience was in front of them.Red with yellow stripes decorated the room,bringing the faces of the audience to look wild and happy.
A man walked upon the stage,microphone in hand,and asked alquestions of how he went outside.He answered as best he could,but every answer weighed him with weariness.The. ext questions were harder.As the man asked what he had seen OUTSIDE the structure,he was unable to speak.The whole audience still loved him,no matter what blunders did happen.Though,in retrospect,the emotion that I thought was love was really OBSESSION.The audience was one thing,and it loved me being back.I can only describe it as a deep,sickening love that would want you there for ever onward.It had hollowed the minds of the audience,making them followers and thus inchained.
I have many questions still.Was the thing in the abandoned place truly worse than that?who was the man asking the questions?And what,pray tell,is the future,if that was the warning for it?I shudder to think of a life like this.And I hope you understand the deeper meaning to what I saw in my dream.I wish I hadn't.