Where am I this Time?

by Thunder Rider

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Adventure
Length: 449

After Discord learnt to walk dreams he curses a Man to teleport randomly during his waking hours, hilarity ensues

After Discord learnt to walk dreams he curses a Man to teleport randomly during his waking hours, hilarity ensues

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-21 17:39:25 UTC

Prolouge

I woke up in a cold sweat, deeply shaken by the events of last night’s dream. As I leant over and begun to jot down the events into my dream journal the dream began flooding back to me.

I was standing in a small town shocked at what I saw before me. The town looked like it was made of liquid the way it flowed and morphed then it hit me "This is a dream" I thought out loud as I strolled through the town "if this is a dream then i can Fly!" I shouted as a tried my hardest to sprout a pair of wings, but no such luck "Hmm maybe i should start smaller, I wish for a TV to fall out of the sky in front of me" and sure enough a TV came rocketing down from the heavens to land right in front of me "this is AWESOME!" I thought out loud. After 5 minutes of honing my dreaming skills i was flying a solid gold F-22 Raptor over Mount Everest and I was having the time of my life,

Then suddenly there was only darkness i looked around and found a pair of yellow and red eyes staring into my soul "What the Fuck?!" i said too shocked to form a more articulate sentence i think it began to talk but i was too mesmerized with those eyes to understand what it was saying I came back to reality when it shot me a quizzical look and I realized it asked me a question so I asked it to repeat the question to which it said “I don’t have time for this do you agree or not” so I replied “Aye sure why not it’s only a dream what’s the worst that could happen” then the creature began to maniacally cackle I began to feel apprehensive about our deal so I was about to ask the creature what I agreed to but when I began to speak the creature created a door out of thin air and the last words I heard was “ta ta” and then my dream then began to evaporate.

finishing the entry to my journal i closed it and suddenly began to feel weightless on instinct i grabbed the nearest weapon which happened to be a butter knife i began to float into the air and then suddenly felt like i was being torn apart atom by atom i let out a gut wrenching scream for help before i was gone.

i was suddenly in a room surrounded by tiny horses and a weird bug horse and let out the most articulate thing i could say "Fuck".