Jungians

by zbking

The collective conscience of a young man leads him on a twisted mental tale throughout his dreams and nightmare's. His Jungian or Shadow plots cynical thoughts into his head, only to inflict psychological damage to himself. The inner, dark thoughts of his minds question his sanity.

Jungians: Chapter 1

I awake in a dark empty room. The darkness creates a barrier to which I cannot pass. My body is motionless, lifeless, except for my slow and deep breaths of stale air. I realize that I have awoken on the cold and damp ground, laying flat like a plank of wood. My eyes flash around, darting to scout out any form of life. My mouth tries to form words and plea for help, but to no avail, silence and the sound of air escaping my lungs are the only two things to which ears can sense. Long and confusing moments pass without the world around me changing, until a voice from an all around directions fades in.

"Your strength is a pity, both physically and mentally. You have no idea of what is ahead of you. Lacking in sense, your morals are twisted along with your thoughts, yet your actions bespeak a normal and ordinary type of fluidity in our day to day lives. You think of yourself as waste. Fear is the only restraint you have. Power is nothing of your nature, only potential."

The voice sounded exactly like my own, except for one thing. The choice of words was not mine, nor was the tone. The voice spoke with sinful pride and confidence. My mind and heart are racing at the speed of sound. How does this thing know these things about myself? My body was glued to the floor, paralyzed. Fear overwhelmed me, causing me to go into fight or flight response. The adrenaline in me has nowhere to go in my still body. I'm practically a nervous system pressure cooker. The voice continued.

"How do I know all this? I'm a part of you; your collective conscience. I know of everything you have done, wanted, failed, or thought to have forgotten. I am your cynical thought process. I am the master of this realm, and you're my puppet, and I control every one of your actions. Now, despite this introduction, I'm going to let you wake up. Busy day ahead of you. I'll see you tonight."

Grasping a hold of reality, I wake up, startled, not knowing what horrific encounter I had just experienced was. My body retained all the adrenaline from the nightmare and I developed a cold sweat from it. Alexis, my dog, was growling at me, a fierce vicious growl that I had never heard before. I see fear behind her eyes, which is not normal for her. What had I done while I was asleep?