Post by Admin on Apr 19, 2015 0:16:17 GMT
Right now, the Greenboogies Hospital BAD Productions video (remember, the one we all made at your house last summer) is being uploaded to Youtube as I type. So I kind of have an excuse for not writing that fast. And I already forget, I have the odds, right? If not, I'll change the title. Anyway, here's a link to a youtube video of an appropriate song you can play while reading this if you are so inclined: www.youtube.com/watch?v=goDd02TTxBA These chapters will pick up in action and sense later. 
When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you. -Friedrich Nietzsche
The first thing I realized was the light outside my eyelids. I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through my nearly closed window blinds in thin, bright streams. I had just woken up. I felt like throwing my bed sheets over the window to smother those sunbeams, but I could do nothing now. I was wide awake already. I got out of bed, and I slouched my way over to the bedroom door. Day in day out…What day is it even? Saturday?
Just as my hand reached for the handle to the door, I began to think more to myself… Why is the street outside so quiet?
Like a snap of the fingers, the knob disappeared. I stood, groping at nothing but thin air.
“You don’t know you’re dreaming until you realize yourself,” the voice of someone behind me drifted like a hazy stream.
I whirled around, suddenly seeing the woman standing by my bed. Serenity. She wore the black dress I remembered was from her casket. Her long, dark hair surrounded her head, covering half of her gaunt, wistful face. Her slender form feet away from me – just like that, there she was.
Around me and her, the room was shifting, fading in and out of focus, as if unsure of itself. Things and furniture were being replaced by rubble and shadows. The light beyond my window, once annoying to me, now dimmed into a faint twilight. My apartment was… no longer my apartment. I stared at Serenity and she stared at me throughout the transformation.
“I don’t want to be in another dream,” I murmured wearily. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be here again, replaying that same Serenity serenity. I was exhausted with dreaming of her night after night.
What is this? I regarded that dream version of Serenity and the shifty place I was in. My thoughts were returning, and with them, memory of the accident.
Am I in a…coma or something? This all had to be some kind of unconscious, lucid dream or something.
“This is not,” Serenity spoke slowly, unmoving. “Another dream. Not anymore, Ryder, honey. You’re in someplace deeper than any dream.”
“Then where am I?” I asked, playing along with this unreality.
Serenity’s deep green eyes seemed to flash in the darkening room. “The Layers. Home.”
Now I began to lose my calm demeanor faster, “Layers? Home? Of course it’s another dream. Stop torturing me. I’m still alive, so I shouldn’t be seeing you now,” My speech sped up. I raised my counterfeited voice in this counterfeited place. “You’re not the real Serenity, so go away. You’re not real! You’re not real!”
She looked through me with a look of unbearable aching. Her face fell behind the strands of dark, fake hair until I could no longer see it. Her voice was a quiet scream of agony, “If only you knew how right you are.”
With those words, this Serenity’s body dissolved into dust and melted into the ‘air’ around me. Her apparition was gone, leaving me alone in a very changed and dark room. I watched her go, unnerved but glad that she wasn’t going to be tormenting me anymore. Now I stood, unable to move, unable to force myself to do anything but think. Mostly my mind was repeating how the heck do I get out of this? Whatever this is.
After a while, I looked around the unfamiliar, musty room this time trying to re-imagine my apartment, trying to send it back to the way it was before. Then I pinched myself. Held my breath. Began to pace and let my voice echo off the very real looking, gray walls.
I started to slap the wall, then beat it, sending dust and plaster into the air. I knew I was losing it, and I didn’t care. I had to leave these hallucinations. I picked up a random board off the floor, examined its seemingly real surface, and then threw it as hard as I could into the dark window. There was an authentic sounding crash as the board and half the glass flew away from the pane.
What a tantrum. I thought and paused for a few seconds. I was breathing in fast, short bursts, almost like I was having a panic attack.
But I quickly stormed over to the window and looked outside. Any sun that was out in that sky seemed as if it was dampened by a horizon-to-horizon blanket, thicker and darker than any clouds I’d ever seen. If there was anything solid outside, I couldn’t see it at all.
Hit by a wall of immense Verdugo, I fell back from the window, clutching my head to stop it from spinning. I took deep breaths and stayed standing, facing away from the impossibility out there. Just a hallucination. Just one of those crazy lucid dreams. Just…
Right about then, I heard something that scared me a hell of a lot worse than anything this dream had offered so far.
“Are you real? Are you real? Are you real?” The looping, raspy question was coming from outside my door. Footsteps, echoing as if in a narrow hallway. It was getting closer.
“H-Hello?” I called, a deep, tingling sense of fear settling over me.
Then came silence. I crossed the room, to the door that led to who knows where. This is one crazy hallucination. Crazy.
I reached out and turned the newly formed knob before I could rethink myself. Crazy. I opened the peeling white door and found, indeed, a narrow hallway extending in either direction outside the door. It was pitch dark in the hall, and the dim light from the room’s open window cast a light shadow onto the wall opposite the door.
“Hello?” I decided to open my mouth again. Peering out the door, I froze. I could make out the silhouette of a man not 6 feet away from me to the left. When he saw me, he froze in mid-step.
A second passed. I looked at him and he looked straight back at me; I was getting definitely strange vibe about him. I took a bold step into the hall. “Who are-“
Suddenly, the figure bolted toward me, and I instinctively ran in the opposite direction down the hall. I was racing down the hall at breakneck speed, doors and branching corridors appearing and flying past me out of the intense darkness. I just ran forward.
I could hear the running steps of my crazy pursuer behind me. He made no other sound now which made me panic more. I looked over my shoulder a brief second, seeing the shadowy figure sprinting only a few feet behind me.
“WHO ARE YOU?” I shouted, still running, still trying to wake up. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!”
“I want to be,” came the raspy reply. The cold, wispy voice didn’t sound at all tired. It sounded as if he weren’t even trying to sprint, but I felt as if I were running through butter, slowing down, slowing down. NO! Please, just let it all stop! Let this hall stop!
The voice of Serenity, a vice of pain in my head, spoke, “As you wish.”
And the solid floor beneath my shoes opened up and swallowed me in nothing. The hallway and the pursuer were gone. But in the free fall within nothing, Serenity’s false voice persisted, “You don’t realize you’re awake until you have dreamed. Only when you grasp yourself, can you do anything.”
None of this means anything if I wake up in a hospital bed. It’ll all be nothing…but another dream, I thought as I gazed into the heart of nothing in front of my ‘eyes’, falling and falling.
“You can’t resurface. You can’t leave our home. Not now.”
When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you. -Friedrich Nietzsche
The first thing I realized was the light outside my eyelids. I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through my nearly closed window blinds in thin, bright streams. I had just woken up. I felt like throwing my bed sheets over the window to smother those sunbeams, but I could do nothing now. I was wide awake already. I got out of bed, and I slouched my way over to the bedroom door. Day in day out…What day is it even? Saturday?
Just as my hand reached for the handle to the door, I began to think more to myself… Why is the street outside so quiet?
Like a snap of the fingers, the knob disappeared. I stood, groping at nothing but thin air.
“You don’t know you’re dreaming until you realize yourself,” the voice of someone behind me drifted like a hazy stream.
I whirled around, suddenly seeing the woman standing by my bed. Serenity. She wore the black dress I remembered was from her casket. Her long, dark hair surrounded her head, covering half of her gaunt, wistful face. Her slender form feet away from me – just like that, there she was.
Around me and her, the room was shifting, fading in and out of focus, as if unsure of itself. Things and furniture were being replaced by rubble and shadows. The light beyond my window, once annoying to me, now dimmed into a faint twilight. My apartment was… no longer my apartment. I stared at Serenity and she stared at me throughout the transformation.
“I don’t want to be in another dream,” I murmured wearily. All I knew was that I didn’t want to be here again, replaying that same Serenity serenity. I was exhausted with dreaming of her night after night.
What is this? I regarded that dream version of Serenity and the shifty place I was in. My thoughts were returning, and with them, memory of the accident.
Am I in a…coma or something? This all had to be some kind of unconscious, lucid dream or something.
“This is not,” Serenity spoke slowly, unmoving. “Another dream. Not anymore, Ryder, honey. You’re in someplace deeper than any dream.”
“Then where am I?” I asked, playing along with this unreality.
Serenity’s deep green eyes seemed to flash in the darkening room. “The Layers. Home.”
Now I began to lose my calm demeanor faster, “Layers? Home? Of course it’s another dream. Stop torturing me. I’m still alive, so I shouldn’t be seeing you now,” My speech sped up. I raised my counterfeited voice in this counterfeited place. “You’re not the real Serenity, so go away. You’re not real! You’re not real!”
She looked through me with a look of unbearable aching. Her face fell behind the strands of dark, fake hair until I could no longer see it. Her voice was a quiet scream of agony, “If only you knew how right you are.”
With those words, this Serenity’s body dissolved into dust and melted into the ‘air’ around me. Her apparition was gone, leaving me alone in a very changed and dark room. I watched her go, unnerved but glad that she wasn’t going to be tormenting me anymore. Now I stood, unable to move, unable to force myself to do anything but think. Mostly my mind was repeating how the heck do I get out of this? Whatever this is.
After a while, I looked around the unfamiliar, musty room this time trying to re-imagine my apartment, trying to send it back to the way it was before. Then I pinched myself. Held my breath. Began to pace and let my voice echo off the very real looking, gray walls.
I started to slap the wall, then beat it, sending dust and plaster into the air. I knew I was losing it, and I didn’t care. I had to leave these hallucinations. I picked up a random board off the floor, examined its seemingly real surface, and then threw it as hard as I could into the dark window. There was an authentic sounding crash as the board and half the glass flew away from the pane.
What a tantrum. I thought and paused for a few seconds. I was breathing in fast, short bursts, almost like I was having a panic attack.
But I quickly stormed over to the window and looked outside. Any sun that was out in that sky seemed as if it was dampened by a horizon-to-horizon blanket, thicker and darker than any clouds I’d ever seen. If there was anything solid outside, I couldn’t see it at all.
Hit by a wall of immense Verdugo, I fell back from the window, clutching my head to stop it from spinning. I took deep breaths and stayed standing, facing away from the impossibility out there. Just a hallucination. Just one of those crazy lucid dreams. Just…
Right about then, I heard something that scared me a hell of a lot worse than anything this dream had offered so far.
“Are you real? Are you real? Are you real?” The looping, raspy question was coming from outside my door. Footsteps, echoing as if in a narrow hallway. It was getting closer.
“H-Hello?” I called, a deep, tingling sense of fear settling over me.
Then came silence. I crossed the room, to the door that led to who knows where. This is one crazy hallucination. Crazy.
I reached out and turned the newly formed knob before I could rethink myself. Crazy. I opened the peeling white door and found, indeed, a narrow hallway extending in either direction outside the door. It was pitch dark in the hall, and the dim light from the room’s open window cast a light shadow onto the wall opposite the door.
“Hello?” I decided to open my mouth again. Peering out the door, I froze. I could make out the silhouette of a man not 6 feet away from me to the left. When he saw me, he froze in mid-step.
A second passed. I looked at him and he looked straight back at me; I was getting definitely strange vibe about him. I took a bold step into the hall. “Who are-“
Suddenly, the figure bolted toward me, and I instinctively ran in the opposite direction down the hall. I was racing down the hall at breakneck speed, doors and branching corridors appearing and flying past me out of the intense darkness. I just ran forward.
I could hear the running steps of my crazy pursuer behind me. He made no other sound now which made me panic more. I looked over my shoulder a brief second, seeing the shadowy figure sprinting only a few feet behind me.
“WHO ARE YOU?” I shouted, still running, still trying to wake up. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!”
“I want to be,” came the raspy reply. The cold, wispy voice didn’t sound at all tired. It sounded as if he weren’t even trying to sprint, but I felt as if I were running through butter, slowing down, slowing down. NO! Please, just let it all stop! Let this hall stop!
The voice of Serenity, a vice of pain in my head, spoke, “As you wish.”
And the solid floor beneath my shoes opened up and swallowed me in nothing. The hallway and the pursuer were gone. But in the free fall within nothing, Serenity’s false voice persisted, “You don’t realize you’re awake until you have dreamed. Only when you grasp yourself, can you do anything.”
None of this means anything if I wake up in a hospital bed. It’ll all be nothing…but another dream, I thought as I gazed into the heart of nothing in front of my ‘eyes’, falling and falling.
“You can’t resurface. You can’t leave our home. Not now.”
