Anima

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There are two aspects of the brain that sometimes go unnoticed. Well, unacknowledged, at least. They are of the inner subconscious, and inhabit the recesses of our brains responsible for how we think. The first aspect is the Lucid Dream. Many consider it to be ability, rather than a part of your brain. Lucid dreams are perhaps less of a thought processor, for they are when you are aware of and have full control of a dream. The second aspect can be known as anima. Anima are rejected thoughts created solely by the mind, despite the resentment towards them. They can be the cause of lust, murder, and sometimes even suicide. Both anima and lucid dreams are so connected, because during a lucid dream despite how in control you are, anima are much more active. They are twisted, and so you think you are in control, which, technically, you are. Keep in mind that they are part of your own mind. They are not a being that can be stopped. You live with them, for you must. Anima can cause you to do insane, regrettable things, and when we wake up from the lucid dream, we feel as if what we did was completely normal, while still feeling in control.

Now, you’re probably thinking, “Yes, but it’s a dream. It doesn’t matter. Whether I’m sadistic or not, I’ll be fine in the morning.” In which case, you’re absolutely wrong. The anima breed in our minds like rats and fester like rotting corpses. With every single active dream, they grow more seductive and controlling.In real life, you can grow insane, murderous, even. But in your dreams, anima are a physical threat to you. For some strange reason, anima have a controlling effect on you physically during lucid dreams. For example, if in a lucid dream, you are stabbed, then anima may cause your brain to believe you are stabbed. Not only will it cause you to think you’ve been stabbed, but the body part that’s been injured will shut down as it would realistically.

You are an interesting individual. Specifically, you are an interesting dreamer. Like many, every night you have a lucid dream. Unlike any other, though, you dream in “real time.” While you dream, you can see time passing, and it is exactly as it would in real life. By your reactions to stimuli, you can see in your dream what is going on in real life. Like many others, you are still vulnerable to anima. You are still your own victim.

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You go to sleep. It’s 1 o’ clock AM. Why wouldn’t you? Due to reading this, you begin to question what you’re thinking. But you’re already asleep, and so you’ve already lost. This is an ordinary lucid dream for you; you’ve lived with them your entire life, so you’re used to this. What you don’t realize is that tonight, your anima are at their peak, just as they will be every night; more controlling and more consuming then the night before. You wake up, and when you look back at your bed, you see yourself, sleeping.

You go downstairs, into the room that wasn’t normally there, and can immediately tell that you’re in a dream. You motion to turn on the lights, but you notice that they’re already on. This is strange, since you recall walking into a pitch-black room. Looking through the mirror on the wall, there is no reflection of you. But you’ve had lucid dreams before, and this is typical. There is only one window in the room, which you just notice now. You gaze out of it, and you tear up due to what you see. There is a tree outside, an empty noose hanging from it. For some reason, you can sense that something was there. Many things. People. All hung in that same location.

You quickly step away from the window, disturbed by its very presence. At this moment, you notice a fastened crate in the corner of the room. It reads Ihr Ende, which you inertly understand to translate to Your Demise. Disregarding the label and following your expected curiosity, you step forward and open it, surprisingly with ease. It peers open, and you suddenly feel as if someone, something, is watching you from inside the crate. Anxious and fearful, you quickly pry open the crate, revealing a single photograph at the bottom. It is blank, but you wave it through the air like you would just when it came out of the camera, revealing it to be a picture of you. The feeling of being stared at grows stronger when you notice it was taken from what appears to be the other side of the empty mirror. You drop the image and run out of the room.

The feeling of being watched turns into a feeling of being chased, and it gets worse and worse until you can almost feel nails digging into your neck. You turn around, and there is nothing. Just the ordinary house that you live in. But you feel an attachment to the picture, and slowly go back for it. Perhaps it could be of use to you. There’s only one way to find out, considering how you’ve only managed to see it for a split second before sprinting away. You remember that this is a lucid dream, and how you’re in control, but it doesn’t deter you from going back for it. You want the photograph. You need the photograph. When you re-enter the room, something is off. The window that you looked through before is now gone. You look through the mirror that was once empty, and are stricken when you see the tree that was through the window before. The photograph is still on the floor, blank as it started. Shaking, you lift it up and wave it through the air. It is the same image. You look up at the mirror and now see your own reflection, suspended by the noose. The noose unties itself, and your reflection walks towards the glass. It doesn’t speak, but you can hear it echo through your ears.

Leave the room.

It is as if you’ve forgotten this is a dream. You don’t realize that you’re in control.

LEAVE THE ROOM.

You walk through the doorway, and the room dissipates behind you like the wails of a dying siren.

Walk upstairs.

Your legs carry you painfully, but you ignore the distress signals that they must be giving. They must be.

Step into your room.

With each trembling step you take, you step closer to your body, still asleep. It is swaying back and forth, shaking, shivering.

Closer.

You take another step. Your sleeping body is now rocking back and forth frantically, as it would in a straight-jacket.

Die.

You instantly wake up. It was just an ordinary nightmare. But you are still frantic. You are breathing heavily, gasping for air. You feel as if hands had just gripped your neck tightly enough for it to burst. You eventually catch your breath, fall back into your dream, and it resumes where you left off.