I Gave My Soul To Zack
[Dream Journal Entry #7 - Jan 24th, 2016]
Content Warning: Weird Stuff, Agony/Pain
(An old dream from my old journal on the website Dream Views. Some parts had to be cut due to extreme depictions of gore.)
This took place in a kind of labyrinth of a facility, quite like a college. There were various representations of video game characters roaming around freely doing their own things and such. The one franchise I can remember recognizable people from was Dead or Alive. I remember searching for ZackTheSerialKiller (He was only ShadowTheFluffhog during this time when I had this dream) and even just Sonic at that moment.
Rachel: (in thought) "Where is Zack or at least Sonic...They got to be over here somewhere."
I was then pulled over by an emo-fashioned Asian man who was thin wearing a black outfit, "Here you go~" He said in a cheery way.
I turned around. That's when I saw two emo-looking Asian men; kind of like twins. I figured they were Sonic and Zack. There was the one who hauled me over (Sonic) and the other was one on a metal pedestal with liquefied metallic paint-like chains tying down his arms and legs (Zack). Zack was all ruffled with his jet-black hair on his head. It was wet and gliding across his disgruntled face. He was limping over side to side shouting and growling like a savage animal. His twin that stood free without any chains, smiled and gave me a friendly push on my back that made me topple over the platform onto (Zack's) seemingly slick and liquid-like body. He did not attack me, but he continued to growl and yell limping, loosely pulling on the chains as they continued to drip grey paint. Everyone from that area circled around and stared.
Sonic: "Now, give your soul to him."
A bit bewildered at the sudden request and before my dream mind could think I was in mid process of the soul giving. I cannot say for sure how, but I merged with him. My """physical""" body was gone, and I found myself within Zack. I was then in control of his body, sharing his pain and agony that he was in. I worked on the chains. They slid out from their hooks rather easily as we walked off the platform. Limping and sliding as if we were drunk. Zack's rage and bellowing voice of anger and pain kept the people who watched distantly from us.
I then could recall us then walking into my mother's room which was identical to the one in the waking world. I opened the door and she saw us and then that's when I awoke.