EPThttp://www.teamliquid.net/forum/viewmessage.php?topic_id=94699
at 3am in the morning, the next day I woke up and feels like utter shit.
I did not go anywhere, and only played 1 game on ICcup before it went down. I felt starring at computer screen is a bad idea, it made my head hurt.
At night time I excused myself at 8pm to bed, lying to my parents "I'm just tired", and I kept my laptop closeby on a chair next to bed.. At one point, or many points, I had dreams. Dreams about fighting in the sewer, my stuffed nose is like a stuffed sewer, I went battling agianst it. Turning in my bed from left to right, I thought I fought it hard. In my dreams many men were pulling things from a sewer hole, uncongesting it, and a thin invisible air bubble stream was flowing through my nasal cavity.
I woke up, the back of my throat was on fire, it was dry as hell. My nasal cavity completely dried in one nostrol and was blocked in the other, so the dry air was hitting into my airpipes. It felt like someone and put a cotton ball on the back of my throat, and sucked all the moistures dry.
I had hopes though. I went to the restroom and gulped down some tap water, and went back to sleep.
This time my body went into pieces. It is a large cooperation that suddenly fell apart. I kept stirring clockwise, and I felt the pieces forms again, recrystalizing three at a time together, forming a bundle. And my entire body were bundles of twisting crystals, turned clockwise.
I woke up, throat hurts, and my nose was blocked up again. The pressure were building inside my ears and my head throbbed with the thump, thump, thump of my heart beat. I can fight it still, I went to the shower and made it hot. I knew if I could make my body warm, the stuffed nose will relent.
I started doing pushups in the shower, and then squats. I begin to sweat and I feel my nostrils dilating and an arc of air pushing, bubbling on the inside. The bubble becomes thiner and thinner, finnaly breaking, and I could breath with my nose again.
Positivly sweating, I pulled myself into bed, for I dread the cold.
Men were fighting, an invasion was on my body. Things were shredding themselves into existence. The space ripped, a hollow balls of void squeezing into my body, and the void was slowly filled with the eccense of my enemy. It filled like a tea pot, bottom to top. And when it completely fills, they come out. And we were losing.
I thought the imagery to be very interesting, I got up half way, and with my left hand, typped this onto a notepad:
sdredding yyuec a and gill irsehg
Amidst the typos It could possibly mean "shredding itself ..."
The crystals multiplied, not greater in sizes, but rather divided into finer crystals, again three together in a clockwise bundle. I was losing the crystals. The cooporation had fell and I have on my hand only a small part of the total crystals. I kept turnning clockwise, trying to roll the crystals onto myself. At one point I imagined I had multiple limbs since I rolled them onto myself...
I woke up this morning, nose stuffed and dripping. My body was intensely sore. The pressure was thumping on my eardrumps and I felt my brain was too large for my skull. I tried to get up, and got confused because I thought "Where is my foruth leg go?" Turned around, half the bedsheet was off the bed, I was cockscrewing clockwise the entire night. The battle was lost.
Gotta recuperate myself back to health...
