Imaris
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It's almost as if you're dreaming of my dreams, which turn into sad thoughts x)
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I had a few interesting dreams, but unfortunately, I only remembered one.
I called some phone number—some kind of fortune teller—where they told me that I had 17 hours, some amount of seconds (6, I think), and seemingly 26 minutes left to live (the seconds and minutes swapped places, yeah). But I didn't freeze up; instead, I was very happy: I developed a practically manic desire to kill myself as quickly as possible.
But for some reason, my mother found out—she also called that number, the same fortune teller (or whoever it was), and became very upset. Instead of not believing it, she ordered a coffin and started preparing the funeral in general. She even called relatives and friends; acquaintances came and wailed over me. But my sister, it seems, really didn't believe it.
Anyway, the time came to die. I climbed out of the coffin where I was awaiting death and got behind the wheel of some strange little car, like the ones you can drive in Half-Life, only not as sturdy, and continued my tedious wait inside it. For some reason, I was sure that I had to die specifically as a result of some auto accident. By the way, I was in some wild suburban area—greenery and grass all around, the sun shining from the sky. My mother and sister were nearby.
Roughly at the appointed time, the car jerked—on its own, just as I expected—and drove off somewhere. And it started driving heaven knows where and how across this entire area. And I rode along smiling like a psycho. The car flipped over several times, hit something, I was tossed around in there, and... That's it. Nothing happened! I climbed out of the car alive and even unscathed. There was some lake nearby and a pile of scrap metal. My sister was next to me joking about something, and then she and my mother called me to go somewhere. But I couldn't accept defeat, like Kira in the last episode, so I took some wooden stick and hit myself on the head (as if you could kill yourself with that). But I didn't even feel pain, so I took a metal stick and hit myself again. Same thing. In despair, I went after my mother (my dad showed up somewhere too), and along the way, I kept looking for ways to commit suicide.
See, you can't trust fortune tellers!
Added after 9 hours 10 minutes
I had a few interesting dreams, but unfortunately, I only remembered one.
I called some phone number—some kind of fortune teller—where they told me that I had 17 hours, some amount of seconds (6, I think), and seemingly 26 minutes left to live (the seconds and minutes swapped places, yeah). But I didn't freeze up; instead, I was very happy: I developed a practically manic desire to kill myself as quickly as possible.
But for some reason, my mother found out—she also called that number, the same fortune teller (or whoever it was), and became very upset. Instead of not believing it, she ordered a coffin and started preparing the funeral in general. She even called relatives and friends; acquaintances came and wailed over me. But my sister, it seems, really didn't believe it.
Anyway, the time came to die. I climbed out of the coffin where I was awaiting death and got behind the wheel of some strange little car, like the ones you can drive in Half-Life, only not as sturdy, and continued my tedious wait inside it. For some reason, I was sure that I had to die specifically as a result of some auto accident. By the way, I was in some wild suburban area—greenery and grass all around, the sun shining from the sky. My mother and sister were nearby.
Roughly at the appointed time, the car jerked—on its own, just as I expected—and drove off somewhere. And it started driving heaven knows where and how across this entire area. And I rode along smiling like a psycho. The car flipped over several times, hit something, I was tossed around in there, and... That's it. Nothing happened! I climbed out of the car alive and even unscathed. There was some lake nearby and a pile of scrap metal. My sister was next to me joking about something, and then she and my mother called me to go somewhere. But I couldn't accept defeat, like Kira in the last episode, so I took some wooden stick and hit myself on the head (as if you could kill yourself with that). But I didn't even feel pain, so I took a metal stick and hit myself again. Same thing. In despair, I went after my mother (my dad showed up somewhere too), and along the way, I kept looking for ways to commit suicide.
See, you can't trust fortune tellers!