Chapter 7 Part 2

A Nightmare Reborn

Chapter 7 Part 2

This is, without  a doubt, unreal. Nothing in this world makes a bit of sense. The only thing I can do is embrace the chaos that is stewing inside my soul. There is nothing neither I nor Gustaf can do to prevent the nightmare from being reborn. We have so long to go before the final battle ensues. If I am to escape with my life, I must penetrate the thick haze in my mind. I came here because of duty. After I had learned what I thought had been the truth, I became full of heartfelt lust, unknowingly infected by the murderous beast. Now, in this dream world, I know not what is real or fabricated. The truth never seemed so distant. What I feel in my hands now is the touch of cold, dead flesh. My hand does not seem as if it is my own. I do not want to believe that I've came here in vain. No, I haven't. He is here. That is enough.

He gestured to me, beckoning me over. Gustaf tipped his beaten hat, and said,

"It's the only way."

A shaft that reached no higher than a few feet above. It was modest, and it would require us to crawl through. I wish not to think during this time, but I knew my thoughts are against me. I must silence my weary mind now. I followed Gustaf's lead, and crawled for the better part of an hour. Maddening, cruel, and unforgiving was how I perceived the time, with thoughts of a normal life taunting the very dark corners of my abyssal conscious. What have I done to become this? Am I dreaming, am I?

What was ahead was unusual in the sense of its appearance. It was a  tall chamber with what looked like a crude camp that may house some of the miners. Where they are now and how they had erected this modest housing was not important. All I could do is desire a bite of their stowed away delicacies. I wanted nothing more than to feed my stricken body with this nourishment that seemed worthy to our hapless hosts. Gustaf and I approached the supplies, and before we could get them within our grasp, a sense of caution went through us both. We discovered a person, resting beneath a white blanket, one that had since been covered in soot. Their face was turned to the side, and their gender remained undecided. Gustaf leaned down, and carefully turned over their body, as if to probe for a perceived threat. Their dark hair was long, and, as expected, it was a woman. As Gustaf stood back up, she opened her eyes, revealing her confusion. She sat up, and paid no attention to my partner, and instead asked me,

"What are you doing here?"

She smiled, as if to show that she meant us no harm. Gustaf still seemed indifferent, and started to rummage through the camp's supplies. My mind sought to identify the woman, her brown eyes and pale skin seeming to be familiar. Her extravagant hair seemed clean and lustrous even in this mine, and she was clearly out of place. Wait...she is vaguely familiar. I asked her,

"How'd you get here?"

She laughed, casually, in a sensual kind of way. She smiled again, her lips voluptuous and full of color. She answered me,

"I could ask you the same thing."

Gustaf, as he handed me a piece of hardened bread, said, in a mutter,

"She's here because of the dream."

The dream? Can this be anymore confusing? What is this alternative life? Whether this is a dream or not, her actions next were rather...becoming. She stood up, revealing her partially bare, creamy white flesh. She approached me, and extended her thin but firm arms. She wrapped them around me, and parted her lips, revealing her perfect white teeth. She asked, as she put her warm body against mine,

"Did you ever think you'd see me again?"

That's when it struck me. She was a woman I had worked for. I had to retrieve her parcel. She had asked me to not look in it, for some reason. It had been stolen by what was a purse snatcher. When I had tracked down the thief, after nearly a month of searching, she had became very grateful upon having it returned, and revealed that she had not the fee to repay me. She offered me her body, and I had turned her down, as I had discovered previously she was married. Yes, I had looked in her parcel, and found out she was a Misses. What plot she had thought of before is now playing out in this dream world. Here she is, covering my body with soft kisses. Oh, the temptation was great, and I realized something. This dream does not carry the same consequences as the waking world. If I slept with her upon this earthen oasis, would I regret it afterwards? No, of course not.  

I removed her dress, and relished in her pale body. As I massaged her breasts, she moaned, and dropped to the ground. As she held onto my legs and orally pleasured me, I closed my eyes, imagining this experience as if it were real. As she let her tongue glide down my member, her moist mouth let my manhood harden even further. She bobbed her head in rhythm, faster, and faster, until I released, thrusting deep down into her throat. As I let out an utterance, I realized the inevitable truth.

She wasn't there. I had imagined her the whole time. Holly was nothing more than a repressed manifestation of my mind. Gustaf handed me a bottle of looked like warm ale, and said, as if he knew exactly what I was going through, as always,

"The mind is more than unstable."

As always! Who can make light of this life? My regret was not sleeping with Holly before. I had kept my morals, and finished second in life. Maybe stones, though, are better left unturned. To lose your mind is one thing, but, your soul? That's unthinkable! As I drank of the still tasty ale, I ate the piece of bread that Gustaf had handed me before, extremely grateful for my now seldom nourishment. Holly had already became a distant memory, as she had once been before.