Chapter 3

Smokes. Smokes everywhere. Enveloping him until he could not breathe. He dropped down on the ground, shifting his weight, coughing. Except the ground wasn’t really the ground. Mud? No, mud couldn’t be that hard. Or stable. Bringing his hand up, he spotted some red, sticky substance. Alarmed, he felt himself, checking for any signs of a wound or…

“What?” He stuttered, ended up choking. Then he regained himself, staring at an endless void. “This is ridiculous.”

He made his way toward an unknown destination after the smokes cleared. Why is it so dark here? Yet so visible at the same time. No signs of physical injury because he was able to function properly.

A dream. It must be a dream. Only in dreams did he feel no pain. Not even an ounce. After that accident? Not even a scratch. Beyond ridicule standards.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to wake up. Waking up would mean exposure to pain. But he must wake up. Only when he was conscious would he feel safe again. This deafening silence was driving him insane. He needed to drown it out with the noise level in the conscious world. If only he could do just that. When he opened his eyes again, he could still see the blanket of darkness staring back at him.

“What the hell?” He yelled out.

Then he calmed himself down again. No point in getting worked up. He began to pace, reaching for his hair, pulling out its roots. Not even a tint of pain nor did it respond to him by coming out. No, this is not happening. He closed his eyes once more, trying hard to focus. A great amount of concentration would do him some good. He must be in a really deep sleep. It would require more concentration. That was it. It should be it, right?

Another blink of hope extinguished as he opened his eyes. No such luck. Making the best of it, he studied his surroundings again, hoping to find a course. Then another idea ignited in his mind. Fog. It must be a fog. Just thick, dark, languid fog. And then it extinguished like the last idea. The fog would explain his failed attempt to locate his surroundings. Yet how could it explain the lack of pain he felt? But what good was it dwelling on the matter when it would not advance his progress in getting out of the place?

He marched forward once more, attempting to make the best that he had, regardless of how hopeless and eerie it was. His state of mind returned to its calmness after some more walking. Yet he still had no idea what to do. Sighing out, he settled down on the ground and put his head into his hands. Maybe if he rested a bit, he might think of something. Having the unclear feeling, like there were some clouds covering his mind, made him too unease. Then his ears picked up. He opened his eyes and looked up in time to see the wind gushing by and a silver gust spinning into a colorful wheel. He shielded his eyes, wanting to study the madness some more, knowing he must be hallucinating. After a minute or so, he couldn’t be sure of the time anymore, the colorful wheel disappeared, leaving him in the darkness again. But this time, the darkness was in a room with wooden walls. It might be mahogany. He got up from his place and walked around, inspecting the place, searching for the door.

“It is a dream,” He declared, feeling relief washing over him.

It had to be some weird dream to have so much magic involved.

His confidence restored, he walked briskly toward what could be the door. Indeed, his thoughts had conjured up a door, allowing him an escape at last. Maybe after walking through this door, he would wake up.

© Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

Posted: Tuesday, August 30th, 2011