Daemon stood up and looked around, he was in that place again. "SHIT!"
he yelled, and heard it echo, but as usual, he saw the sound and felt
and smelled and tasted it also. He sighed and looked around. "I'm back
again." This time though, it was different, a tall, shapely woman
walked from nowhere, and looked at him. A tall, lanky man came and did
the same, then a short, round man, and then a small old woman. "Hello
Daemon," said the first woman. Daemon stared at her for a moment then
his eyes narrowed, "I recognize your voice, but why are you in my
dream?" The woman smiled, "Yes Daemon, you would recognize my voice,
we are the voices you hear at night in your sleep, and whenever we see
fit to talk to you."
"Or just when we're bored," one of the men added. The short pudgy one. Daemon glared at him and he seemed to flinch a little. "What the hell are you doing in my dream?" He asked again. The woman smiled, but this time it was one of the men that answered, not the little round one that he had just glared at, but the tall lanky man, "You're not dreaming kid. You're dead, this is where you come when you're dead." Daemon crossed his arms over his chest, as before, "So then, why have I seen it in my dreams before?" All of them looked at each other and shrugged, "Nobody knows, ever since you appeared here, everyone just figured you were more on a spiritual level, but then we entered your mind and what we found confused us. You didn't believe in spiritual stuff, as a direct quote."
Daemon glared at the woman, "So why the hell am I here? And why did you keep talking to me? And while we're on the subject, what the hell is with that dream?" The woman that had been explaining, the tall, shapely woman, did not answer this time, instead it was the other one, the old woman, "Patience child, all will be explained." Daemon sighed, "You know, for people who dig around in my head a lot, you sure as hell aren't all that enlightened about the small facts about me, such as the fact that I have very little patience." The men and women looked at each other and then back to Daemon, the tall woman then spoke again, "Daemon, we dig around in your head, yes, but we do not either need to know, or want to know anything besides what we are told to find out." The young man raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Told to find out? And who has told you to find out?"
This last comment earned him a glare from the tall man, "Did you not hear her say that all would be explained? Since we can all see that you are so impatient to find out things about where you are and who we are, you ask a question and we will do our best to answer it if we can." Daemon nodded, "All right, fine, first off, who the hell are you people?" The young woman spoke up at this, "In case you hadn't figured out, the four of us are spirits, what we represent can be interpreted in many ways; for instance," she gestured towards the old woman, "She could be interpreted as wisdom, age, or even love, and yes, if you are wondering, we all have names, hers is Neesh, mine is Sarr, the young man here is Kan, and the short one there is Retin. You can decide for yourself what we are, but if you want an explination of what we truly are in terms of function, we serve as the memory of human kind."
The white haired man nodded, understanding most of it, and satisfied that he was finally getting answers. "So, now that I know who you are, and I'm satisfied with the answer of where I am for the moment, let's move on to why I was seeing this place in my dreams." Neesh, the old woman, stepped forward, "I shall answer this for you. As we said before, nobody is really sure why you have seen this place before, it could be one of many reasons. You could be spiritually connected to someone who has died in your past, you could have been afflicted by an illness that was slowly killing you. The most plausable answer, however, is more scientific. You see, there are three realms. A realm of the living, where the corporeal bodies you saw all around you were mere shells for souls. The realm of dreams, which was what you saw when you slept, or should have, had you not come here, and the third, the realm of the dead, where you are now. You see, we believe that there was some traumatic event in a past life or in your current one, that made your spirit confused enough to travel to the realm of the dead, instead of dreams."
Daemon nodded again, "So then, do you know what that experience was?" The young man, Kan, stepped forward. "No, we do not know what happened in your past life, but we have a way to figure it out, and we have been instructed to do so." "I'm gonna skip one of my questions and go straight to 'how do you plan to do that?'" "We have an item, an item that has never been tried before now, it isn't dangerous, but merely it has never been discovered it could be done until now." Daemon nodded, "I'll try it, but I need to know now, is there any way that I'll be able to get my life back?" Sarr shook her head, "That we cannot answer at the moment." Daemon thought for a moment, then paused and said, "So what is this thing I'm gonna be trying?"
"Or just when we're bored," one of the men added. The short pudgy one. Daemon glared at him and he seemed to flinch a little. "What the hell are you doing in my dream?" He asked again. The woman smiled, but this time it was one of the men that answered, not the little round one that he had just glared at, but the tall lanky man, "You're not dreaming kid. You're dead, this is where you come when you're dead." Daemon crossed his arms over his chest, as before, "So then, why have I seen it in my dreams before?" All of them looked at each other and shrugged, "Nobody knows, ever since you appeared here, everyone just figured you were more on a spiritual level, but then we entered your mind and what we found confused us. You didn't believe in spiritual stuff, as a direct quote."
Daemon glared at the woman, "So why the hell am I here? And why did you keep talking to me? And while we're on the subject, what the hell is with that dream?" The woman that had been explaining, the tall, shapely woman, did not answer this time, instead it was the other one, the old woman, "Patience child, all will be explained." Daemon sighed, "You know, for people who dig around in my head a lot, you sure as hell aren't all that enlightened about the small facts about me, such as the fact that I have very little patience." The men and women looked at each other and then back to Daemon, the tall woman then spoke again, "Daemon, we dig around in your head, yes, but we do not either need to know, or want to know anything besides what we are told to find out." The young man raised an eyebrow suspiciously, "Told to find out? And who has told you to find out?"
This last comment earned him a glare from the tall man, "Did you not hear her say that all would be explained? Since we can all see that you are so impatient to find out things about where you are and who we are, you ask a question and we will do our best to answer it if we can." Daemon nodded, "All right, fine, first off, who the hell are you people?" The young woman spoke up at this, "In case you hadn't figured out, the four of us are spirits, what we represent can be interpreted in many ways; for instance," she gestured towards the old woman, "She could be interpreted as wisdom, age, or even love, and yes, if you are wondering, we all have names, hers is Neesh, mine is Sarr, the young man here is Kan, and the short one there is Retin. You can decide for yourself what we are, but if you want an explination of what we truly are in terms of function, we serve as the memory of human kind."
The white haired man nodded, understanding most of it, and satisfied that he was finally getting answers. "So, now that I know who you are, and I'm satisfied with the answer of where I am for the moment, let's move on to why I was seeing this place in my dreams." Neesh, the old woman, stepped forward, "I shall answer this for you. As we said before, nobody is really sure why you have seen this place before, it could be one of many reasons. You could be spiritually connected to someone who has died in your past, you could have been afflicted by an illness that was slowly killing you. The most plausable answer, however, is more scientific. You see, there are three realms. A realm of the living, where the corporeal bodies you saw all around you were mere shells for souls. The realm of dreams, which was what you saw when you slept, or should have, had you not come here, and the third, the realm of the dead, where you are now. You see, we believe that there was some traumatic event in a past life or in your current one, that made your spirit confused enough to travel to the realm of the dead, instead of dreams."
Daemon nodded again, "So then, do you know what that experience was?" The young man, Kan, stepped forward. "No, we do not know what happened in your past life, but we have a way to figure it out, and we have been instructed to do so." "I'm gonna skip one of my questions and go straight to 'how do you plan to do that?'" "We have an item, an item that has never been tried before now, it isn't dangerous, but merely it has never been discovered it could be done until now." Daemon nodded, "I'll try it, but I need to know now, is there any way that I'll be able to get my life back?" Sarr shook her head, "That we cannot answer at the moment." Daemon thought for a moment, then paused and said, "So what is this thing I'm gonna be trying?"