The monsters are approaching towards me,
and I, if truth to be told, am going to pee in my pants. The bug-like creatures
endlessly swarm the place, and the number keeps growing. I don’t really know
what really happens, but I somehow was transferred into this weird location
full of human debris and reek of the stench of blood. The creatures are
fearsome. They have this razor-sharp cutters connected to their mouth, I would
say. They are swamp-green in colour, which disgusts me since it appears that
the embodiment of a colour is shit-like.
But I somehow possess a weird-looking belt
in my right hand in all of a sudden. Magically, whether it is from the power of
my intuition or discretion or illumination or whatever it is, I buckle the belt
up around my waist and, after doing some hand gestures—I transform into a
bulky, handsome being, equipped with a miraculous alien suit and kapoww bang boom pow, that is how the story
goes.
I wake up and find out I am lying in my
bed. I check around my waist, there’s no magical belt after all. It is only the
rolled blanket which covers my belly. Ah. What a first-class delusion it was.
It was surreal yet real. Once in a while, it is okay to transform to your alter
egos in dreams.
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