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Chapter 07: Of a feather.  Barong wasn't the big lumbering dolt I had initially assumed he'd be, and I suppose that's my fault for thinking such. The man was a giant, but he seemed to be honest with me. His words were cryptic, sure but I was already here, so I might as well enjoy it before I conjure up another room to be stuck in for all eternity. He spoke so smooth, and his voice was so bass-filled I thought my heart was going to vibrate out of my chest. It was strange trying to find out what made this man tick, but it was as if he knew I was trying to figure him out. Looking down at me, he grinned, before answering most of the questions I

Chapter 06: Spectrum I know what you're expecting; Me to suddenly wake up and it's the next day, everything is hunky-dory and everybody seems pretty copacetic. This is not what happened. Instead, what I felt was an extremely heavy push against my body as I fell, as if a wave had begun to come full crescent just above my body, rip-curl just gently pulling me in as if I were a leaf swept up in the breeze. I was completely vulnerable to whatever my brain would've conjured up in this dream which was seeming much more like a recurring nightmare as it progressed. The poster had been torn to shreds from the pressure that was holding me down, the w

Chapter 05: Body Rock. Things quieted down for a few hours, Melinda left me after I waved her off and I was stuck with my own thoughts, and that nagging feeling that I had this shit on me. The panic had gently skated herself off of my shoulder, and onto my television in my room , which was changing channels constantly, either a ghost had the intentions to make my life an even worse one, or my buttcheeks had an amazing new ability since I nearly died. Controlling televisions at will. This was the first time that you guys actually get a direct look at my face, too, now that I think of it. The mini-feed showed it in reflections, and through a

Chapter 04: In Retrospect This had to have been the most ridiculous day in my entire life. Not because of nearly dying three thousand times, but because I had no idea what in ten types of fuck was going on anymore. Look, I'm in a hospital again, but this time it was packed with people from what I could hear. Nurses were clicking away at clipboards, and doctors were diagnosing people with their daily dose of crazy. Somewhere in all of this I was laying in a hospital bed, all bandaged up and toasty, vulnerable, but not quite in as much pain as I was what felt like second ago. There was no vomit on me, my bones didn't feel like sensitive jelly