Nightmares and Doubts

Date: 8/4/2016

I awake with a start as my bedroom door flies open and the impact splinters the door frame with a loud, creaking boom. A dark, shapeless figure crosses the room and I'm too stunned to do anything. The stars race by outside of the bullet proof glass walls of the space colony I assume I find myself trapped inside of, as tears rolled down my face. I'm bloody, but most of it isn't my blood. Nothing is broken, but I'm covered in scrapes and bruises in a silent room, alone. I bang on the glass walls for a few minutes, hoping to shatter them. But to no avail. I scream my frustrations, and look around for an escape when a large metal wall and door materializes. I rush over to it and grab the handle with one hand--my other balled into a fist and ready to strike. To my surprise, the door swings open and reveals a large and beautiful--but very isolated-- open space with a grand foyer. The floor below me is the same glass, showing the swirling cosmos. All around me there are countless doors, some in very strange places. I think I'm alone until I hear a laugh, splintering, twisted, echoing at me and coursing through my body. I turn and see four little dolls all modeled after the four main characters on South Park, they're like puppets, but not. And the mocking voice uses the dolls to tell me that at 20 years old I need to grow up. It then proceeds to mock the fact that when I am upset I take solace in cartoons, and goes on with this whole huge tirade of things wrong with me, until I grab the Kenny doll by the throat and choke the spirit out of it. Invisible, I feel and see it leave me through one of those countless doors with another huge bang, and the dolls all become normal dolls again, falling to the ground. "Oh my God, I killed Kenny. I'm a bastard." I say with a small smile, glad that I squased the possession. I look between the dolls and the stairs, I want to take them all with me, but realize that realistically I can only carry one. I pick up the Kyle doll and head into uncertainty. I feel a chill run down my spine as I reach the top and fall unconscious again. When I open my eyes, the doll is gone, and I'm in a very small metal room with a humanoid shadow creature that keeps changing it's form, the only consistency being it's smile and dark glittering eyes. It tenderly strokes my face, and takes the form of a beautiful man, who asks me to take off my clothes. I refuse, so it shifts into a gorgeous woman and asks again. Again I say no. It get annoyed and screeches in my face, black goo flying everywhere. I wipe the goo away and proceed to beat the shit out of the shape shifter, before leaving through another door. Back into the colony of nightmares, and what I realize to be my own self doubts. I enter into the room of doors, ready to take on whatever other demons await me.