Post by Nathan Webb on Oct 27, 2011 23:34:10 GMT -6
It’s hard to describe what being unconscious is like to those who haven’t been there.
You are in a dream world, not one voluntarily entered as in via sleep but one done forcibly through outside forces.
The dream depends on your body and mind and whether it can recover. Sometimes you are in periods of darkness with nowhere to go. Sometimes you are in the sweetest of dreams that are better than the reality you left and other times you are in the cruelest of nightmares that you wish would end.
I can’t remember the details of how or when I was knocked out, all I remember is a flash of white light and I was out hitting the cement floor.
After a period of nothing but black I found myself in a dense forest. There was barely any light around but I found myself walking down it anyway.
Frankly I would have liked the idea of being in complete darkness, dreaming an empty sleep, but seeing that I was where I was, I felt like I had no choice but to progress on. I had to know where my mind was taking.
Again I was in a thick forest walking down a narrow path. It was eerily quiet. There was no life, there was nothing but me walking through a bunch of trees. OF all the things my mind could come up with I was just seeing trees, trees and more trees. I was walking aimlessly and seemingly toward nowhere.
I could not comprehend how long I was walking. It could’ve been minutes or it could have been hours. How was I to know? I was just walking and oddly I was more concerned about what I was doing to have any thoughts elsewhere. I guess with that notion, even though I was sleeping, hell had frozen over. Either way somehow, someway my mind let me come to a clearing.
I was still in the forest but I had come into an opening but what I saw made me wish I was still walking aimlessly.
Sitting on a log, in front of a fire, was Violence. He was the man that drove me to near insanity a few years back. He forced me to leave the country and in turn leave wrestling. He, in my opinion was all the anger and hatred I had forced myself to repress. Essentially he had taken advantage of me when I was at my worse and took over my being. I was not in control and not only were the actions horrendous that he made my body do but what was worse was the fact I was like I was in a coma watching through my eyes and not able to control anything I was doing. Frankly to me it was a fate worse than death and here I was unconscious and forced to deal with my greatest enemy within myself.
I took a deep breath and put my hands in my pockets as I approached the fire.
Violence obviously expecting me looked up from tending the fire and spoke to me. “Well if it isn’t the punk ass bitch.” He said in the raspy voice that gave me nightmares. His appearance hadn’t changed either. He still looked like me and was wearing an entire black that included a t-shirt jeans and a trench coat as well as dark sun glasses that masked his blood red eyes.
“Where am I?” I asked shrugging off his comment. I had to posture so he wouldn’t be able to toy with me like he was so effectively able to do. Unfortunately he was really the only one that could REALLY get under my skin.
“Where do you think?” Violence replied. “We are in the deep, dark and bleak recesses of your mind. The place where you thought you banished me.”
“What do mean – I thought – I wanted you the **** out of my mind; screw the dark recesses.” I replied becoming argumentative and at that point I knew this is where Violence wanted me.
Violence stood up and approached me wiping the grit off my hand, if for no other reason than to create a focal point for my eyes, stopping a few feet in front of me. “You heard me right, despite what you wanted I was still here and yes if I wanted to, and God knows I have with that crap you have been putting out lately. But I haven’t and despite what you think I don’t want to take over you this time around.”
I was taken aback by this statement. I really didn’t know what to think. Here was a being that did his best to ruin my life and now was taking a step back. I really was left without words.
Where was this going? Frankly I had no idea.
Violence snickered and inched in closer seeing that lost look in my eyes. “Oh I figured you would give me that look. Nate Nate Nate you ignorant ****.” He said giving me a half smile. “You honestly think I wanted to take and keep control of your mind?”
“Yeah no ****, Sherlock.” I said becoming more frustrated and upset trying to figure out the line of crap that Violence was throwing at me.
“You naïve bitch. I didn’t want to keep control of you, I wanted to show you your true potential. You were a bitch and for all purposes you still are a bitch. You could show the world why the Marines are bad asses but instead you became a doormat for the wrestling industry, a laughing stock, a complete bitch.”
“It’s about competition…”
“**** competition you stupid **** and stop talking. I am the one talking to you so shut the **** up. You honestly think I want to bring you down into the mud. **** no. I want you be the man, not guy MAN that your mind and me knows you can be. I want to be the no gruff bad ass that you can be. I want you to show the good guys you are a force to reckon with and those that wish you harm that they picked on the wrong mother ****er.”
There was silence between us which I knew he wanted in order to get his over bearing remarks to sink into my head. After a brief period of time Violence started his shpeal once again.
“So here you are an unconscious bitch in my presence. You have two choices now. Run and hide like you did with that ****ing Africa debacle or fight…and not just fight but ****ing win. Take back what is yours. Yeah you may be competitive but let’s face it to all those others that you call colleagues its not about competing it’s about so much more.”
“So if I fight what do I do?” I asked reluctantly. I could fight all I wanted but nothing was ever given…nothing was ever guaranteed.
Violence leaned over until he was inches from my ears. “That’s all up to you. Only you are able decide your fate.”
With that I felt a sharp pain in my gut and as Violence stepped back with an evil smirk on his face I saw what he did, he stuck a knife in my gut. As I slumped over I was wondering what the **** was happening?
TO BE CONTINUED…..
You are in a dream world, not one voluntarily entered as in via sleep but one done forcibly through outside forces.
The dream depends on your body and mind and whether it can recover. Sometimes you are in periods of darkness with nowhere to go. Sometimes you are in the sweetest of dreams that are better than the reality you left and other times you are in the cruelest of nightmares that you wish would end.
I can’t remember the details of how or when I was knocked out, all I remember is a flash of white light and I was out hitting the cement floor.
After a period of nothing but black I found myself in a dense forest. There was barely any light around but I found myself walking down it anyway.
Frankly I would have liked the idea of being in complete darkness, dreaming an empty sleep, but seeing that I was where I was, I felt like I had no choice but to progress on. I had to know where my mind was taking.
Again I was in a thick forest walking down a narrow path. It was eerily quiet. There was no life, there was nothing but me walking through a bunch of trees. OF all the things my mind could come up with I was just seeing trees, trees and more trees. I was walking aimlessly and seemingly toward nowhere.
I could not comprehend how long I was walking. It could’ve been minutes or it could have been hours. How was I to know? I was just walking and oddly I was more concerned about what I was doing to have any thoughts elsewhere. I guess with that notion, even though I was sleeping, hell had frozen over. Either way somehow, someway my mind let me come to a clearing.
I was still in the forest but I had come into an opening but what I saw made me wish I was still walking aimlessly.
Sitting on a log, in front of a fire, was Violence. He was the man that drove me to near insanity a few years back. He forced me to leave the country and in turn leave wrestling. He, in my opinion was all the anger and hatred I had forced myself to repress. Essentially he had taken advantage of me when I was at my worse and took over my being. I was not in control and not only were the actions horrendous that he made my body do but what was worse was the fact I was like I was in a coma watching through my eyes and not able to control anything I was doing. Frankly to me it was a fate worse than death and here I was unconscious and forced to deal with my greatest enemy within myself.
I took a deep breath and put my hands in my pockets as I approached the fire.
Violence obviously expecting me looked up from tending the fire and spoke to me. “Well if it isn’t the punk ass bitch.” He said in the raspy voice that gave me nightmares. His appearance hadn’t changed either. He still looked like me and was wearing an entire black that included a t-shirt jeans and a trench coat as well as dark sun glasses that masked his blood red eyes.
“Where am I?” I asked shrugging off his comment. I had to posture so he wouldn’t be able to toy with me like he was so effectively able to do. Unfortunately he was really the only one that could REALLY get under my skin.
“Where do you think?” Violence replied. “We are in the deep, dark and bleak recesses of your mind. The place where you thought you banished me.”
“What do mean – I thought – I wanted you the **** out of my mind; screw the dark recesses.” I replied becoming argumentative and at that point I knew this is where Violence wanted me.
Violence stood up and approached me wiping the grit off my hand, if for no other reason than to create a focal point for my eyes, stopping a few feet in front of me. “You heard me right, despite what you wanted I was still here and yes if I wanted to, and God knows I have with that crap you have been putting out lately. But I haven’t and despite what you think I don’t want to take over you this time around.”
I was taken aback by this statement. I really didn’t know what to think. Here was a being that did his best to ruin my life and now was taking a step back. I really was left without words.
Where was this going? Frankly I had no idea.
Violence snickered and inched in closer seeing that lost look in my eyes. “Oh I figured you would give me that look. Nate Nate Nate you ignorant ****.” He said giving me a half smile. “You honestly think I wanted to take and keep control of your mind?”
“Yeah no ****, Sherlock.” I said becoming more frustrated and upset trying to figure out the line of crap that Violence was throwing at me.
“You naïve bitch. I didn’t want to keep control of you, I wanted to show you your true potential. You were a bitch and for all purposes you still are a bitch. You could show the world why the Marines are bad asses but instead you became a doormat for the wrestling industry, a laughing stock, a complete bitch.”
“It’s about competition…”
“**** competition you stupid **** and stop talking. I am the one talking to you so shut the **** up. You honestly think I want to bring you down into the mud. **** no. I want you be the man, not guy MAN that your mind and me knows you can be. I want to be the no gruff bad ass that you can be. I want you to show the good guys you are a force to reckon with and those that wish you harm that they picked on the wrong mother ****er.”
There was silence between us which I knew he wanted in order to get his over bearing remarks to sink into my head. After a brief period of time Violence started his shpeal once again.
“So here you are an unconscious bitch in my presence. You have two choices now. Run and hide like you did with that ****ing Africa debacle or fight…and not just fight but ****ing win. Take back what is yours. Yeah you may be competitive but let’s face it to all those others that you call colleagues its not about competing it’s about so much more.”
“So if I fight what do I do?” I asked reluctantly. I could fight all I wanted but nothing was ever given…nothing was ever guaranteed.
Violence leaned over until he was inches from my ears. “That’s all up to you. Only you are able decide your fate.”
With that I felt a sharp pain in my gut and as Violence stepped back with an evil smirk on his face I saw what he did, he stuck a knife in my gut. As I slumped over I was wondering what the **** was happening?
TO BE CONTINUED…..