Giant Raven Humanoid Monstrosity
Staring at a tall chain link fence, separating my backyard from my neighbor's backyard, enlightenment infuses me for reasons not remembered. In the middle of my neighbor's otherwise nondescript backyard a zebra munches grass. As I approach the chain link fence that separates us the zebra looks up still chewing his cud. I begin climbing the fence and notice that the zebra has become more curious. After a couple of steps towards me it stops as if not wanting to scare me away from completing my vertical circumvention of the fence. Briefly I am alarmed that the zebra will nip, cause my fall, or otherwise harm me. Impossible! My enlightenment is like an armour protecting me from any serious threats. Climbing gone. Somewhat confused by my newfound enlightenment and how easily I wear it, I become afraid it will easily slip unnoticed away.
I must utilize and define with detail my surroundings. Focusing on the zebra he suddenly freezes and loses all semblance of life. Standing like an inanimate alabaster statue it is as if he never had life. Startled and not pleased with this development I look nowhere in particular hoping that with my focus pointed elsewhere he will reanimate. Looking back at the zebra he is chewing cud and displaying no sign that he noticed his transitory state. Focusing again on the zebra I try to ascertain cause and effect behind the previous result. With my complete focus the same thing happens and the zebra freezes again. Frustrated and confused I turn to a raven standing in the grass of the far right hand corner of the yard I am currently in. My gaze merely registers him not concentrating for the zebra is the subject of those experiments. Looking back hoping that the zebra is once again whole and unharmed by my apparently uncontrollable power to render life into never born I am shocked. The zebra's head and neck stare at me lifelessly on the grass beside it's body. There is no blood or wounds visible, merely a body with a head set beside it. Greatly disturbed I look away and towards the raven. I merely see the raven but pray in my mind for the undoing and normalcy of the zebra.
The zebra is gone replaced by a 5 meter tall giant humanoid raven. Standing on two feet and with arms still at its side it's feathers appear ruffled and unhealthy. I immediately abhor this abomination and am weary of these focus experiments. Still as lost as I was when I started with only a monstrous giant raven man to punish me for efforts. Enlightenment is not so enjoyable as I thought it would be. However, I have not tried the easier and joyful task of flight. Joyed by my epiphany I dart from the grassy ground into the air above the backyard. Still disturbed by my lovecraftian prodigy I proceed to dive bomb the giant. After a couple of swoops upon it my thoughts turn to quicker and more complete destruction. Shooting fireballs from my arms should make short work of the offending target. I try to shoot one but nothing emerges. Looking at my arms I am unable to definitively picture the exact process by which a fireball would be generated and thrown. My confusion morphs the world into swirling mixing paint. I think of spinning but dismiss the idea as not truly applicable. How would spinning correct the crumbling of reality?
All this concentration is not truly restful. What I need is solid regular sleep. I try to get situated in my bed but find it is unreasonably short. Perhaps I should decline the head to a more horizontal position. Thinking these thoughts I realize I am not in a bed at all but in my car seat. Sleep?! I should be concentrating on driving, but my greatly reclined and relaxed position make this extremely difficult. Gaining a look at the passing road I am able to skid aside from smashing head on with an oncoming vehicle. Not even attempting to break I run a stop sign and make a hard right. I need to stop but the break does not seem a viable option. After my hard right I unintentionally pull off into the grass just to the right of the road. Seeing a large tractor or some other type of farm vehicle just ahead I pull hard right on the wheel and manage to swerve to a stop barely avoiding impact. Relieved but unsure about the lack of damage down to my car I get out to inspect. The clothes I wear ensure that no one will recognize me. A leather jacket, helmet, some cloth perhaps a scarf around my neck, and sunglasses obscuring my vision. Taking off the sunglasses reveals my eyes and allows me to hunt for any damage done. Looking carefully at my bicycle I see nothing obviously wrong. While I gaze my bicycle, unbalanced, falls on it's side to the grass.
Noises outside my realm of understanding. Children talking in the hall. Unsure I listen closer from my bed. Distinct noises from down the hall make me confident that my roommate is definitely in bed, possibly preparing to sleep. The puzzling noises were most likely imagined but my listening remains attentive. My patience is rewarded by a repeat of the noise confirming my initial suspicion that there is a child talking in the hall. In the total darkness I take the leather glove from over my mouth and put it beside my head on my bed. Along with it I discard my hard helmet and under cap. Vaguely I remember donning these items. Casting them from my bed to the mattress beside me a door at the foot of my bed is opened. A door being there doesn't seem right but in comes a woman. She informs me that I will soon need certain items. They are the same things I just discarded. After delivering the message she leaves the door open and I see her go through a living room into a distant room to discuss something with someone. I try to shout a question after her to resolve my confusion. She either does not or chooses not to hear my question.
I am trapped on this bed unable to move or escape. Escape is foremost in my thoughts. The door at my feet is closed but I will escape through it if it takes all my will power. Briefly I entertain the notion of lucidity but dismiss it as insane. My body has no energy for moving but I manage to flop to the end of my bed. Throwing my arm over the door knob gradually I am able to drag it off turning the knob. Fear infuses my whole being of the horrors that I might see on the other side of the door. The woman may already have returned and catch me trying to escape. Successfully opening the door only after great concentration and patience reveals the woman outlined in the door frame. Seeing this drops my weary frame to slump on the foot of the bed. Outlined in the darkness she appears inhuman and empty like a shell. Yelling in fright the strange shackles of tiredness hold me down. Coming into the room the sinister appearance becomes more human and recognizable. Still she has prevented my escape. I try to shout at her to leave but it comes out low and barely audible. She refuses to leave me in my state. Unable to produce words easily I growl my anger and displeasure at her. Ignoring the low guttural growl she sits on my bed waiting for me to calm down. The position of my head prevents me from seeing her. Sprawled in bed surrounded by the terror hiding darkness of night. Movement sapped from my limbs, I wish to ascertain if her unwanted presence persists. Summoning enough of myself to flop an arm out to where I think she is I touch an ankle. A while later I repeat this and touch only bedding. Relieved that the strange terror is gone I look at my ceiling and see the bright red light of a smoke detector clearly through the otherwise impenetrable dark. This clue brings the great relief that this is my home and not some horrifically strange different house.
I must utilize and define with detail my surroundings. Focusing on the zebra he suddenly freezes and loses all semblance of life. Standing like an inanimate alabaster statue it is as if he never had life. Startled and not pleased with this development I look nowhere in particular hoping that with my focus pointed elsewhere he will reanimate. Looking back at the zebra he is chewing cud and displaying no sign that he noticed his transitory state. Focusing again on the zebra I try to ascertain cause and effect behind the previous result. With my complete focus the same thing happens and the zebra freezes again. Frustrated and confused I turn to a raven standing in the grass of the far right hand corner of the yard I am currently in. My gaze merely registers him not concentrating for the zebra is the subject of those experiments. Looking back hoping that the zebra is once again whole and unharmed by my apparently uncontrollable power to render life into never born I am shocked. The zebra's head and neck stare at me lifelessly on the grass beside it's body. There is no blood or wounds visible, merely a body with a head set beside it. Greatly disturbed I look away and towards the raven. I merely see the raven but pray in my mind for the undoing and normalcy of the zebra.
The zebra is gone replaced by a 5 meter tall giant humanoid raven. Standing on two feet and with arms still at its side it's feathers appear ruffled and unhealthy. I immediately abhor this abomination and am weary of these focus experiments. Still as lost as I was when I started with only a monstrous giant raven man to punish me for efforts. Enlightenment is not so enjoyable as I thought it would be. However, I have not tried the easier and joyful task of flight. Joyed by my epiphany I dart from the grassy ground into the air above the backyard. Still disturbed by my lovecraftian prodigy I proceed to dive bomb the giant. After a couple of swoops upon it my thoughts turn to quicker and more complete destruction. Shooting fireballs from my arms should make short work of the offending target. I try to shoot one but nothing emerges. Looking at my arms I am unable to definitively picture the exact process by which a fireball would be generated and thrown. My confusion morphs the world into swirling mixing paint. I think of spinning but dismiss the idea as not truly applicable. How would spinning correct the crumbling of reality?
All this concentration is not truly restful. What I need is solid regular sleep. I try to get situated in my bed but find it is unreasonably short. Perhaps I should decline the head to a more horizontal position. Thinking these thoughts I realize I am not in a bed at all but in my car seat. Sleep?! I should be concentrating on driving, but my greatly reclined and relaxed position make this extremely difficult. Gaining a look at the passing road I am able to skid aside from smashing head on with an oncoming vehicle. Not even attempting to break I run a stop sign and make a hard right. I need to stop but the break does not seem a viable option. After my hard right I unintentionally pull off into the grass just to the right of the road. Seeing a large tractor or some other type of farm vehicle just ahead I pull hard right on the wheel and manage to swerve to a stop barely avoiding impact. Relieved but unsure about the lack of damage down to my car I get out to inspect. The clothes I wear ensure that no one will recognize me. A leather jacket, helmet, some cloth perhaps a scarf around my neck, and sunglasses obscuring my vision. Taking off the sunglasses reveals my eyes and allows me to hunt for any damage done. Looking carefully at my bicycle I see nothing obviously wrong. While I gaze my bicycle, unbalanced, falls on it's side to the grass.
Noises outside my realm of understanding. Children talking in the hall. Unsure I listen closer from my bed. Distinct noises from down the hall make me confident that my roommate is definitely in bed, possibly preparing to sleep. The puzzling noises were most likely imagined but my listening remains attentive. My patience is rewarded by a repeat of the noise confirming my initial suspicion that there is a child talking in the hall. In the total darkness I take the leather glove from over my mouth and put it beside my head on my bed. Along with it I discard my hard helmet and under cap. Vaguely I remember donning these items. Casting them from my bed to the mattress beside me a door at the foot of my bed is opened. A door being there doesn't seem right but in comes a woman. She informs me that I will soon need certain items. They are the same things I just discarded. After delivering the message she leaves the door open and I see her go through a living room into a distant room to discuss something with someone. I try to shout a question after her to resolve my confusion. She either does not or chooses not to hear my question.
I am trapped on this bed unable to move or escape. Escape is foremost in my thoughts. The door at my feet is closed but I will escape through it if it takes all my will power. Briefly I entertain the notion of lucidity but dismiss it as insane. My body has no energy for moving but I manage to flop to the end of my bed. Throwing my arm over the door knob gradually I am able to drag it off turning the knob. Fear infuses my whole being of the horrors that I might see on the other side of the door. The woman may already have returned and catch me trying to escape. Successfully opening the door only after great concentration and patience reveals the woman outlined in the door frame. Seeing this drops my weary frame to slump on the foot of the bed. Outlined in the darkness she appears inhuman and empty like a shell. Yelling in fright the strange shackles of tiredness hold me down. Coming into the room the sinister appearance becomes more human and recognizable. Still she has prevented my escape. I try to shout at her to leave but it comes out low and barely audible. She refuses to leave me in my state. Unable to produce words easily I growl my anger and displeasure at her. Ignoring the low guttural growl she sits on my bed waiting for me to calm down. The position of my head prevents me from seeing her. Sprawled in bed surrounded by the terror hiding darkness of night. Movement sapped from my limbs, I wish to ascertain if her unwanted presence persists. Summoning enough of myself to flop an arm out to where I think she is I touch an ankle. A while later I repeat this and touch only bedding. Relieved that the strange terror is gone I look at my ceiling and see the bright red light of a smoke detector clearly through the otherwise impenetrable dark. This clue brings the great relief that this is my home and not some horrifically strange different house.
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