gastrocnemius
10/26/2025, 6:08:27 PM
No.42727229
>>42727226
>The first thing I felt when I awoke was relief
>To be clear, the dream was stressful, but no more stressful than normal
>In fact, it bore great resemblance to one I had journalled a month prior
>Far more importantly, I knew immediately that I had been in one of my moods last night (as I was almost every night), but despite my indulgence, the expected splitting headache and turgid gut were both completely absent, and I figured I must have drank more water than I realized
>The air was refreshing and calm, and for just a moment I felt that crushing pressure abate, if only a little, like putting down a heavy bag, or taking off a bad pair of shoes
>The second thing I felt was confusion; I noticed immediately that the sun was bearing down, a gentle breeze carried something sweet and herbal, and my bed was replaced by dusty, tall grass
>The third thing I felt was concern, as the terrified scream of a little girl tore through my ears (Did I take something and black out? Am I naked somewhere? Did I wander to one of the subdivisions and pass out in a playground? The concern quickly evolved into abject terror)
>Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, I reflexively cupped my junk and rolled onto my belly, eyes darting for observers
>The fourth thing I noticed was that I couldn't feel anything at my groin, and come to think of it I couldn't feel my fingers either, and what is this green shit on my arm, and oh god where is my hand?
>I scrabbled to my feet, steadily growing more cognizant of just how wrong everything felt
>I whirled around to the source of the noise and saw some grass colored horse-ish creature, curled into a writhing ball, alternating between fits of terrified cries and desperate-sounding laughter
>"Hey-" I stopped, then "What-" then "What?!"
>My voice was distinctly feminine, and cracked on the vowels, and the creature before me began to unravel, craning its neck to look at me, and I lost my balance as I realized that it was a mirror image of myself, or perhaps I of it, only drenched in sweat and snot and tears, and it looked at me with pleading eyes, terrified and helpless and confused and and slightly amused eyes
>"Je-sus..." I managed to choke out, and that sense of dread finally crashed back into my chest with full force
>"What's going on? Hey man, what is this?!"
>For moment, our eyes were locked, and I stared into oversized, puffy eyes, glistening emerald irises all but swallowing pin-sized pupils
>A lump formed in my throat, my next words were muffled nothings, then
>"WHO are YOU? WHERE AM I?"
>The creature's tears broke, and out flooded a tide of lilted, cruel-sounding laughter
>"You're in hell, you were a rotten evil no good person, we both must have been, and now we're in hell together, we have souls, souls are REAL, they're REAL and ours were wicked, evil wicked spiteful souls, and now they've gone where they belong, and we're dead! Dead, dead, dead!"
>The first thing I felt when I awoke was relief
>To be clear, the dream was stressful, but no more stressful than normal
>In fact, it bore great resemblance to one I had journalled a month prior
>Far more importantly, I knew immediately that I had been in one of my moods last night (as I was almost every night), but despite my indulgence, the expected splitting headache and turgid gut were both completely absent, and I figured I must have drank more water than I realized
>The air was refreshing and calm, and for just a moment I felt that crushing pressure abate, if only a little, like putting down a heavy bag, or taking off a bad pair of shoes
>The second thing I felt was confusion; I noticed immediately that the sun was bearing down, a gentle breeze carried something sweet and herbal, and my bed was replaced by dusty, tall grass
>The third thing I felt was concern, as the terrified scream of a little girl tore through my ears (Did I take something and black out? Am I naked somewhere? Did I wander to one of the subdivisions and pass out in a playground? The concern quickly evolved into abject terror)
>Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, I reflexively cupped my junk and rolled onto my belly, eyes darting for observers
>The fourth thing I noticed was that I couldn't feel anything at my groin, and come to think of it I couldn't feel my fingers either, and what is this green shit on my arm, and oh god where is my hand?
>I scrabbled to my feet, steadily growing more cognizant of just how wrong everything felt
>I whirled around to the source of the noise and saw some grass colored horse-ish creature, curled into a writhing ball, alternating between fits of terrified cries and desperate-sounding laughter
>"Hey-" I stopped, then "What-" then "What?!"
>My voice was distinctly feminine, and cracked on the vowels, and the creature before me began to unravel, craning its neck to look at me, and I lost my balance as I realized that it was a mirror image of myself, or perhaps I of it, only drenched in sweat and snot and tears, and it looked at me with pleading eyes, terrified and helpless and confused and and slightly amused eyes
>"Je-sus..." I managed to choke out, and that sense of dread finally crashed back into my chest with full force
>"What's going on? Hey man, what is this?!"
>For moment, our eyes were locked, and I stared into oversized, puffy eyes, glistening emerald irises all but swallowing pin-sized pupils
>A lump formed in my throat, my next words were muffled nothings, then
>"WHO are YOU? WHERE AM I?"
>The creature's tears broke, and out flooded a tide of lilted, cruel-sounding laughter
>"You're in hell, you were a rotten evil no good person, we both must have been, and now we're in hell together, we have souls, souls are REAL, they're REAL and ours were wicked, evil wicked spiteful souls, and now they've gone where they belong, and we're dead! Dead, dead, dead!"