I had a weird dream last night. I mean, I am very prone to weird dreams. They tend to be wild and have thought-out plots. Usually, they're a place where I get story ideas. But here it was just scary? I mean, I wasn't scared. I was numb. Which I think was scary.
I was hiking in a park nearby, and it was so pretty, so vivid too. I can remember the sun beaming through the gaps in the leaves, the way the light both glistened and shone through the green. The air was cool, and I felt alive. I have never had such a vivid dream.
I marched on, passing by tree after tree, until I saw a white rabbit. I think it was someone's pet, cause it wasn't scared. It just looked at me, nose twitching. It looked, no, it was confused. It didn't know why it was here. I just walked past.
Now, some may call me a monster. “Oh, you left a poor and helpless rabbit behind!” You weren't there! You didn't feel its gaze! It was… I DON'T KNOW! I just didn't want to be near it. Plus it's a dream, so shut up. It doesn't matter.
God, anyway, after the rabbit, there was a fork in the road. I went left. It followed this glistening river with bright blue water. I could see salmon jumping upstream. I went to take a look, and that's when I died for the first time.
I can so easily remember the bear tearing at my flesh, feeling the crunch of my bones under its powerful maw! I was helpless. I screamed, oh god, I screamed! But I was helpless! Nature didn't care. It doesn't! It can't care! I was just left there, my body on fire as I felt my blood drip over my skin. I wanted to die, for that bear to just finish me, but it just ate. Ate parts of me, only leaving me to watch, until I finally died.
This is where I'd wake up, but no, some fucking sick twist of fate put me back on that path! Next to the river, but I ran this time. I wanted out of that fucking forest! Then I tripped, fell, and hit my head. Dead on the spot, at least it was fast. Then guess what, back on that path, I walked this time. I think that was the longest I ever lived.
It was like a week, just a normal week. I got out of the forest, went home, and smoked until the munchies overpowered my dreadful memories. After that, it was nothing, well, not nothing. I was normal. Go to classes, eat noodles, sleep. Then guess what! I fucking died again. This time it was a bus. Where do I end up? Back at the crosswalk! I ran, I tripped, I died. I went back to class, jumped out the window, died, back in class, stabbed out my throat with scissors, died. AND I WAS BACK IN THE FUCKING CLASS ROOM!
This went on for like months. Most of the time, it was suicide; sometimes it was just freak accidents. I liked the fast deaths, but not everyone was like that. I remember once I was in a short coma before my mum pulled the plug, that one was the worst. It took me a while to figure out the pattern. When I died, I went back to the most recent choice I made. If I have already made all choices at that moment, I'd go back to the previous moment. I knew it was a dream at this point, so I figured if I just kept going back, I could go to the start of the dream, and maybe I could wake up.
When I got to the forest again, I was on the split path. I'm glad I didn't go left at first, death by wasps, the third worst death. Even the bear was better. I wouldn't be able to handle it at the start, but now, I think I’m numb to dying.
Then, the rabbit. This time, it wasn't confused. It was sorry. It wasn't malicious. It didn't know. I felt kind of bad for it. She just wanted to know what's going on, and I didn't have the answer.
This time, I picked up the rabbit and stroked its fur as I sat. I talked to her. It was company. I could tell she understood every word. She had her sorrows, too. She never explained. What finally woke me up was when I asked her, “What's next?”
I don't know