Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25270243-20150203005815/@comment-25270243-20150218004807

I... can fly...? In my dream journey I was conscious, I knew I was dreaming, and I knew I was missing the attack. But I didn't want to wake up.. No, I don't want to wake up. I'm here, I'm with my parents again... I don't want to leave them. And then I woke up, on a table, in a house I didn't recognize. This was not my house. I franticly start shuffling around, and notice the man near me. He was looking at me. He didn't seem very much older than me either. He comforted me. If we were captured by the Thornhus, I wasn't alone. Then I take in my surroundings. This was certainly not the Thornhus. I was still on Normkin. Then it occured to me I could also be on Rockma. With Insignia. Insignia. Rockma. "Agggagggggagag....." I fell back into another dream.

The same scene of my parents death replayed over and over again in my head during this dream. The ladder I was climbing. The kid a few rungs below me getting shot in the back. The explosion while the ladder fell to the ground, and the kids who would soon join their parents in death, their bodies burnt and never recovered. I remember the fear, and I remember my cowardice. I remember every, single, little, detail, everytime I saw Insignia. Every time I saw that man with iron armor and a mithril patch, everytime I saw him getting crushed by the ladder. Everytime I wanted to get out. I wanted to wake up. It was like staring at your life from a distance, watching it pass you by, and you can't react. You can't do anything. It was maddening, it was soul crushing. I couldn't change a thing. Nothing. If I stay here longer, I'll die in my sleep. Maybe this time I'll get shot, instead of the kid below me. I wouldn't have to have killed men with a chain knife, or with a steel sword. I wouldn't have a teraphyx-horn tipped arrow, or bluesteel. Maybe this time... maybe this time.

I don't know exactly how long I was asleep. When I awoke, the boy standing over me, shaking me violently, yelling in my ears. A nurse I recognized from the hospital nearby watching worryingly. And when I woke up, I screamed. I screamed for what must've been a minute, shaking violently, wanting to get off this table, but I couldn't.

Not if I couldn't move my left leg.