OP here. Long time no mindrape. With the advent of summer I realized that I had the freedom to sleep long and attempt my sleep strategy once again. In the past few days I had a few dreams, though in hindsight I should have written them down earlier. Here is, to the best of my memory, my first few dreams of the summer.
Mind the Gap: Digging is much less work in hindsight. Digging this `deep in a mere fewdays feels arduous. I check my depth meter: "2583 meters below surface." I feel a bit uplifted. Hell isn't too far from here. Just a few hundred more and I'll be home free. Out of the corner of my vision an object flits into view as I shift positions. A chest, perhaps missed due to my earlier distraction. One this deep might contain something rather valuable. I trudge over, kicking a few skulls in my wake. Skeletons aren't uncommon this deep. I plant a torch nearby and check the chest. Not much, but the dynamite I find might come in handy. I pull out my hammer to dismantle the chest. No sense in leaving a perfectly good set of furniture here in a dank cave. I strike it once. Twice. On the third blow, the chest finally exits its previous encampment and deposits in my pack, but my arms continue their motions despite my mental protest.
The hammer strikes the wall, sending rocks tumbling to the cavern floor. I sigh, I don't need dirt or rocks, I need metals and equipment. But wait. A chill is sent down my center, to my very core. I sense something terribly wrong. I gaze at the spot my hammer hit to find nothing. In the wall, there is no exposed soil or ore. There is nothing. A gap in existence itself. Cautiously, I peer inwards, bringing a torch nearby to reveal the secrets of this universal anomaly. Where rock ends, there is only space. In the dark corners of the gap I spy tiny flickering lights that resemble stars. Colors unseen to my sense of sight and emotions not felt in my lifetime enter the windows of my sloul. A swirling vastness that my mind attempts to reject. I feel my brain scraping against the back of my skull in protest. This cannot be, this thing should not,could not be, but there it was. I hear something. I hear voices, distant and echoing, but distinct. I see figures, dark and shapeless, but intense and frightening. I tear myself from my vantage point in haste. I must right this wrong. I must plug this hole, this gap of eternity. I look for the rocks previously perched in the wall, but find none, the have rolled away. I search for something else, something that could work as a wall, but still find nothing. I look in my pack. The chest. If nothing else, this will remind me to steer away. I place the chest between myself and that insane breach of logic.
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