As I sit here listening to his schizophrenic babble filtering through my thoughts, I wonder how much longer I have until I can escape. Weaving in and out of conversation, mindlessly reminding him that it's not his fault and wordlessly hating every second of this unremembered sanity test. Why do I continue this delusion of happiness, you ask? I'll tell you, it's good pay and it gives me a chance to help people with the same perceptions on life. Basically, it's an easy job. Predicting every word, every thought, every feeling. Their faces haunt my sleep, reciting their nightmarish reality so maybe they can find restitution within themselves as well as with the world. Remembering the tears shed by the incapable I think of all the problems endured by these lost souls. They are memoranda's of my punishment for being careful not to harm anyone on my journey to the top of an illus ional dream world. Hatred and isolation seemingly devouring my every reason for existence was a reality lived by only me. I'm not being forced to sit here and listen to this drone telling me of his emotional nothing. I do it for the few genuine stories I hear and remember. Here's an exceptional story I personally faced when wondering, wandering.

'Every thing is crazily distorted. I wake up and I see a man looming over my bed beckoning me into another fool's paradise. I reach out for him tying to grasp the utopian feeling he reveals to me. I hesitantly step forward, looking beyond what I was deceived into believing real. As I advance, I feel my lungs expelling poisonous air into the uncorrupted atmosphere of freedom. My surroundings are uplifting me so high that I feel intoxicated with the hope that this is my dream transforming into something more than a desire. Lush forests entrancing me in endless colors of green and brown only seen in the mind of the artist sitting before the canvas. Sounds and smells tainting my every thought with happiness and guilt for every gruesome act ever committed sinfully against Mother Nature. I walk confidently into unfamiliarity playing with the thought to run with all I have and to never stop.
Tears spill with painful memories as my upturned face soaks up the innocent sun rays. I can finally see everything set before my eyes for all its splendor and beauty. Animals at peace with one another, plants living in harmony with nature's rules. This is heaven, hidden under layers of smite and greed.
Unknowingly, the skies begin to cloud over, engulfing the sun in a swarm of hellish fire. Only when a horrible sensation fills my body do I realize the heinous evil lurking in my shadow. The acceptance hits me when the trees and flowers begin to wilt and shrivel as the darkness consumes my surroundings. I panickingly look for shelter but am let down when none is found. In my mind I know screaming will only increase my vulnerability to the horrors seeking my childish bravery.
I huddle against a rock and begin to beg for the nightmare to pass. Swooping noises entomb me in an array of demonic visions that I have feared the thought of my entire life. Needle like claws dig their way into my shoulders and lift me to an incredible height in the whisper of a prayer. I open my eyes in hopes of glimpsing the beast that is forcefully delivering me to my death. A splintery pain stabs at my heart as I understand just what cataclysm I had entangled myself in.
Flying before me in packs of four were entities of black and blood red. Looking like a mix between an angel and disease ridden human. Their wings are ripped and torn, pouring shimmering blood from the wounds onto the undeserving land below. Catching all hope and strangling it before the eyes of the innocent bystander. Their armor is emitting rays of darkness at a deadly pulse; shinning with insane mockery. Eyes of immense pain and understanding pierce my intentions, making me forget my every reason for living. I try to close my eyes but am unable to break the connection of sight between me and their faces.
The creatures begin to glide to safer levels as the fear of being let go subsides to a queer throb. I try and coax my mind to a state of calmness but find my thoughts over-ridden by my all too near fate. Just as I begin to succeed, the claws let go of my agonizing shoulders; letting me fall to the dark blue landscape. My ankle cracks as all of my body weight challenges my fragile bones.
I gape at my surroundings for it seems though the dreamscape has changed yet again. I wonder sarcastically if I'll be able to lift my body up off the dewy ground. As I try and will my ankle the strength to hold me up; I am unaware of the stealthy approach of an animal consumed by death.
I quickly turn to find myself facing something unimaginable with rotten breath and unforgettable features. I try and scream but only a hoarse whisper escapes my throttled throat. A satanic chant spills from its lip, lifting me off the ground; taking hold of my heart and making me whimper in pain and dread.
The creature begins to move quickly through the terrain, leaving me hovering above the ground, dazed and belittled. After what seemed an eternity of mazing through this enchanted horror, we begin to descend upon a castle of dark magnificence. It seemed as though it had eyes, watching the land below for signs of distress of any kind. The towers were black and pierced the sky with terrifying agility. The draw-bridge was lined with spikes penetrating the skeletons of lost causes. It begins to lower as we inch closer; creaking as if on purpose, sending chills up my spine repeatedly.
How long have I been here in this desolate land, I wonder to myself. I knew without a doubt that time is of no importance once I step foot in the prison up ahead. The beast mutters a spell dispelling a white vapor before it, allowing me to break free of my powerless state. It motions with jagged sharpness to make my way through the two large oak doors looming before me. I carefully begin to baby-step my way over the cobble stone path to the doors, leaning slightly on my opposite foot so as not to upset my broken ankle.
The doors open slowly with age old precision, opening forth unto a hall of fearful depth. I glance back to make sure I'm not being stalked by the cunning sycophant, only finding that I've been left alone to fend for myself against god knows what.
I try to convince myself that I'll be alright, when I notice that I'm truly not along. Creeping from all sides are enumerable corpses seeming to be searching for something; or someone. I sprint for the staircase to my right, skipping two stairs at a time. When I reach the top, I turn sharply to the left slowing down not one bit, without a known destination.
Up ahead I see a light shinning from underneath a door; I know that the light is much more comforting than the dark consuming my every thought. I forget about my broken ankle and make the mistake of lunging forward, falling to the ground on sprawled hands and knees. I roll over onto my back, facing the ceiling, contemplating just what I'm to do next. I figure that the only way I'm to evade the danger following me; I must crawl to the door. I set my sights on the light, blocking out everything else in fear of cowering away.
When I get within a foot of the door, it swings open on well oiled hinges, revealing a sitting room warmed by a blazing blue and red fire. I glance around with awkward eyes, astonished that such a lonely place can harbor a room of such tranquility. I crawl through and I'm overjoyed to feel the warmth of the fire flood over my icy cold bones.
I observe the room in more detail after I close and lock the door. The walls are tastefully covered with well-known painting. Ones such as The Last Supper, The Corinthian Maid, Starry Night, and other beautiful arts. Chairs of memorable tapestry and lace are arranged around the room giving it a peaceful homey feeling.
I crawl over to the chair in front of the fire. As I get closer, I realize that the chair is already occupied. Instead of expecting to see another horrible 'something', I see an old man sitting solemnly with a pipe, reading a book title 'Inferno'�. He looks like someone who can be told the darkest secret kept within the furthest confinement of the heart, and never a word would be spoken. I slowly crawl forward, praying that this man will help me escape. He looks down with understanding eyes and I know that I'm saved.
'Take me home now' I whisper
'As you wish' the man replies
In an instant, I'm lifted up into a swirling vortex of light and energy. In a violent flash, I'm dropped back in my bed with a bounce. I scream with triumph and happiness as I thank God for delivering me safetly home."
After I had endured that somewhat fake reality, I realized that life may be hard to overcome. It's shrouded in deception and lies. But in the end, after layers are disposed of, the true, beautiful, prosperous world is revealed. Open up your minds to everything that's offered and accept if for what it is. Don't get caught up in the cyclone of lies and eternal let-down.
So, if you'll please excuse me, I've been daydreaming long enough and my patient is screaming for me to listen to his desperate cries for salvation from something only seen by him.

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