by AMimsyBorogove on Fri Sep 13, 2013 3:52 pm
So, had a very odd - not to mention Lovecraftian - dream last night, and since I actually remembered it this time, I figured I'd write it up here.
Experiments on time travel via wormholes had unintended consequences when a connection was unintentionally established to an alternate dimension, which then began causing bizarre and anomalous phenomena to occur in the real world. The first thing that occurred was the sky shifting to a very alien one, filled with countless whirling pools of technicolor light and fire, which, when looked at through glass of any sort, would reveal countless tears in the fabric of reality itself, each occupied by a solitary, closed eye. These rifts were also present on the ground, with countless closed eyes appearing in walls, floors, and other places everywhere. Then, as panic set in around the world, people found themselves compelled to go to certain ones of these eyes, which, in the presence of certain people, would open wide, revealing an eye that looked more painted than real, each one a color that I have never seen before, nor could hope to describe in words. When the eyes opened, the people who had sleepwalked, in a sense, to them, were instantly consumed in a flash of light, and vanished, leaving behind only intangible specters that, researchers found - somehow - to be the souls of the people spirited away, each transported back to the very beginning of time and forced to live through the entire history of the world in a tormented, semi-aware state. These strange eyes would then leech off of their misery, and grow in size, until the world began to be consumed by countless watching eyes which continued to devour the people they had chosen.
Predicting that I might be chosen by one of the eyes, I sealed myself inside the upstairs bathroom of my house, locking the door from the outside and sealing the window, and bringing with me only the supplies I needed to survive, in hopes of lasting as long as I could as the world ended around me, and cataloging the events that followed to the bitter end. For days, I watched as the eyes grew to encompass almost the entire sky, and as the people I knew all vanished into nothingness, only their miserable specters left behind, resisting the urge to go out and join them as I heard the siren songs of the eye-filled sky calling to my heart. Like Odysseus, chained to the mast, I nearly lost my sanity from the overwhelming desire to go and find the eye that was looking, watching, just for me.
But then, things suddenly changed. The eyes changed. They were no longer calling for me to come and join them on the other side of space. They were calling for help. Watching out my window, I saw the eyes being ripped from their places one by one, hunted by strange beings wreathed in black shadows, wielding powers beyond both my imagination and my comprehension. These wraiths slew the eyes, and, to my surprise and horror, placed the eyes they killed into their own foreheads. When they did this, the specters the eyes had absorbed would merge with them, and the shadows around their bodies would collapse upon them, and they would be killed, but would then be reborn as beings wreathed not in darkness, but in radiant light. Each wraith would kill one eye, and only one, as though hunting specifically for a single eye, just as the sleepwalkers had searched tirelessly for the ones that had called to them. It was then that I realized that these three-eyed hunters were, in fact, the bodies of those who had been taken, tearing themselves forth from the great beyond in order to reclaim their lost spirits, and to bring about the end of the world itself. As the sky was entirely consumed by empty holes where the eyes had once been, bleeding fire and light down onto the world below... my life ended, for in the wall directly in front of me opened one last, solitary eye.
Its color was indescribable. While the abominable hues of the other eyes had been horrifying to me, the shade of this eye was so beautiful I was moved to tears. I rose without thinking, stepping towards the eye as it looked upon me, my arms wide, my voice loud as I laughed for joy. This eye... it was made for me. It was mine. At last, the longing and fear I had felt in my soul was gone. I had found my eye at last. Even if the world ended now, everything would be alright.
Then, with a sense of separation, agony overtook every fiber of my being. The history of the world from the very first second down to the present flashed before my eyes as my mind was joined with the root of existence itself, an endless spiral into which I gazed unblinkingly, my gaze locking with the eye that looked longingly back at me from the end of the spiral of origin. My body felt like it was on fire, but it was my body no longer, for separating the senses of my mind and my physical body was an indescribable sense of nothingness. " " is perhaps the best way to describe the blankness that permeated all that I felt.
Then, after an eternity of waiting, once again, I began to move, reaching out toward the eye at the end of the spiral. I ran towards the ending of existence, time, and the world itself... and at last tore my eye from the root of existence. As it joined with my forehead, a feeling of complete wholeness filled me. Then, in a final surge of agony, I found myself once again alive, lying in a barren wasteland and gazing up at the sky, which, too, had become an endless spiral into which the Earth was rapidly falling. There were others around me, beings with three eyes like myself who were fighting amongst each other, locked in mortal combat. One would fall now and again, and the others would leap upon him or her like animals, sucking the blood of the fallen until there was nothing left. After a calm, terrible eternity, I felt fear again for the first time. I cast about myself for a weapon even as this thundering herd turned itself toward me, bearing down on me to consume me.
I cannot describe the battle that followed. The world inverted itself, and everything changed, as though reality itself had been turned on its head. This was my power: inversion. To reverse anything and everything in any way I saw fit. As my foes - no, my prey - turned inside out and collapsed in a rain of blood before me, I laughed, drinking the claret of life that began to soak everything. Now I was the hunter, and they were the prey. No, the whole universe was my prey: for I had seen the ending of the spiral, the cessation of existence itself. I had reached that ending already. Now, it was up to me to bring it about. Even as an innumerable legion of enemies surrounded me, trying to stop me and to save themselves, I raised my hands to the sky, inverting the alien canopy above me and bringing forth the innumerable stars that filled the sky. As they tore through the void that had taken their place, I inverted their motion, bringing them back towards their point of origin, the beginning of the spiral of existence: me. I spoke one word, and then watched with my third eye as the world ended in a rain of apocalyptic white fire.
"Fall."
With that, my dream ended, and I awoke, looking about with fear and anticipation for the eye I knew was watching for me.
"The Apocalypse is basically just a tutorial." - Sicon112.
"Due to the ambiguity of this wording, I am unable to determine whether or not I am the leader of the X-Men!"
"UNIVERSE-BREAKING EPILEPSY RAVE!" - AMimsyBorogove
. I have no bloody clue what this boat was supposed to be. 
