Eric woke up in cold sweat; he clutched his head in pain as he remembered the shadow hands that grabbed the white figure. But even though he was afraid some part of him was curious, curious to see if the answers he was looking for can be found in the abyss. Eric walked out of his room and made his way downstairs, the house was oddly quiet, he looked at the clock and to his surprise, it was already noon thankfully it was a Saturday and there was no reason for Eric to go to school.
Eric made his way towards his father's private laboratory, his father was not home at the moment and Eric guessed that his father must be at the institute and working today, he slowly walked towards a room in the far corner o
Phil looked around him and smiled contently, he had achieved his goals in coming to the 'Plain of Sleep'. Curious about everything surrounding him, he swam around and looked everywhere. Phil remembered about what was beyond the shallows that his grandfather had seen and he wanted to see it for himself, at first he swam slowly, he felt like he was swimming in syrup and that it was hard to move around but he persevered and arrived at the 'shallow'. Phil looked up towards the sky, but to his surprise what he saw was not the sky his grandfather was talking about, but a reflection of himself. The surface of the shallows was like a mirror, he found it odd since his grandfather di
It was already the next morning when Phil woke up tired and hungry, he was confused since he was asleep the whole time and he soon discovered why this was the case. Traveling in the plains of sleep depletes your energy since 'Lucid Divers' do not connect to their tethers and directly use the energy of their souls resulting in the diver feeling exhausted once he wakes up rather than refreshed like the normal dreamers. Phil walked out of his room to head downstairs and eat his breakfast since he was famished. When he arrived he found that his parents were packing their respective bags. "Mom Dad where are you
Phil froze as the old man's embrace grew tighter. "Set... Me... Free... Phil..." The old man grew thick black tentacles in his back, his face melted in a black puddle revealing dark holes as numerous as honeycombs on his head. Moments later black caterpillars crawl out of the holes on the old man's face. The caterpillars were abominations as well, their bodies are filled with black hairs, and their heads were that of Phil when he was young crying to his grandpa while others were smiling. The caterpillars simult
Phil sat down on his seat not listening to Seth's discussion, he was still imagining how to best approach his situation with Jess. Phil lost in his thoughts started to daydream. A tall and handsome Phil was standing in front of the door when suddenly it opened and a beautiful Jess walked out clutching a stack of paper emphasizing her chest. Her red high heels clicked as she walked closer to Phil. She slipped and the papers were thrown in the air, Phil reached out for the papers with one hand while the other grabbed and hug Jess on her back. Like dancing in a tango both bodies were close as the last paper slowly drifted down and Phil caught it with his teeth.
Phil slowly picked up the papers hidden in the compartment of the back cover, he tried to read it but noticed that it was not written in the Roman alphabet. Phil tried to make sense of what was written in the paper since most of them had illustrations of some kind of being. Phil looked at the page that he deemed the oldest since it was made of some unknown leather. A colossal monster was chained and buried deep somewhere was one of the drawings that Phil saw, the next page was a moon overlooking the colossal monster acting as a guard and lastly was an altar. Phil thought that the content of these pages might have the answer to why he is always having a nightmare, but the problem was that he could not
In a remote and rundown town in Egypt, an old man was slowly walking looking at the now empty houses that surrounds him, the sound of his cane echoed on the dusty and war-torn walls. The old man frowned, he could still smell the scent of death permeating the whole town even though no bodies or remains can be seen in plain sight. He proceeded to walk and entered a building located in the center of the now-abandoned town. Waiting for him inside was a girl with red hair, she was wearing a white jacket and sportswear underneath.&nbs
Phil decided to relax first before he go and dive into the 'plains of sleep’; he was also preparing himself for what horrors he might see deep in the abyss. Phil exhaled as he strengthens his resolve to dive deeper and know the truth about the meaning of his recurring nightmare. He proceeded to lie on his bed and tuck his arms on his side, he slowed his breathing and closed his eyes, he thought about the green plains he had manifested before and made that a rest stop of sort for his future journey. Phil felt a sinking feeling as he slowly drifted down fully asleep now. When he felt the wind blowing
Phil woke up a little tired due to the previous night's excursion, he still could not believe he had survived and he still had no idea who saved him. Phil washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror; his eyes were a little hollow as he remembered how easy he gave up last night. He looked down and avoided the mirror, not wanting to see his pathetic self for the time being. In the kitchen, Phil prepared his breakfast for the day. A bowl of cereal and a glass of juice, he ate quite simply because he was not in the mood to cook. Sitting on the couch after he ate Phil was mulling on who saved him in th