Lights, little dots of white, dance around like butterflies. Every time I blink, they disappear for a few moments then are back once again. It feels like I'm in a dream, trapped in this surreal place – unable to move.
Why did this have to happen? How come it was me? I never did anything so callous to anyone that I should spend my dead life trapped in a dream.
My life used to have meaning. I used to live. Now, I'm dead…I have to be.
And what for; because I was a fighter? There were others! They were stronger. Some nearly killed me…but they were all killed.
So, I'm left – I'm dead, caught in this world of illusion. Trapped for no telling how long in this annoying lingo. I will get those lunatics back. I'll figure out a way to kill everyone so I'm not alone.
Time will be all that it takes. Only time. And I have that. I have eternity. Now – now I have to find a way to escape these flickers.
Maybe, just maybe, I can walk through this purgatory asleep. They don't invade my dreams. My dreams will be able to tell me what to do. Yes, I hope I can dream.