Dream Smp Oneshots

The Boys With White Streaks

“What did it feel like?” The woman in the chair asks, her hair is split dyed in the colors of white and brown. It reminds you of an old friend. You try to focus on the woman but her features are blurred together in an abstract painting.

You think she asks the question again but her voice is a muddled mess, she sounds like she’s underwater. Nothing about her is visible as you stare harder at her, you can’t comprehend her. You try to answer her but your lips remain locked in a tight line and your vocal cords seem to constrict themselves as to not allow a single noise out.

It’s like shoving a pebble into a hole in a dam, it only works until it rains. You sit in silence racking your brain for answers to the question many had asked but none ever received.

What did it feel like?

You think you remember feeling like there was a boulder stuck in your throat, the type you feel when you’re on the edge of tears. The bumps on the stone dig into the lining of your throat and it burns as if you spilled water onto your skin. You try to remain calm and breath but it's like your body has forgotten its main function, to keep you alive.

As you try to breathe your breaths come out in a stuttering beat not unlike the beat of a drum at a festival. You can feel the tears behind your eyes and yet you can not bring yourself to cry, there is a dam preventing it. No tears fall from your eyes as you keep the liquid weakness sealed away, the pain those salty droplets bring is not worth it.

The tears flow backwards down your throat until you are no longer suffocating, you are drowning. Your lungs are on fire as you cough and hack the liquid out, distantly you think that tears are not meant to be red.

What did it feel like?

After you breach the surface of the lake you have cried there is a great feeling of relief, oxygen steadily flows into your body as you tilt your head up to the sky. But there is no sky, no clouds, no birds. There is nothing above you and you are suddenly aware that you aren’t swimming but floating in a void. There is nothing below you.

You try to scream out in fear but the salt is still stuck in your throat and it feels like sandpaper is grating against your vocal cords. You remain silent as you feel your body relax on its own, the same way your muscles relax when floating in a pool on a warm summer’s day.

Your bones feel heavy, your heart beats slower and your breathing evens out. It’s the sort of feeling you get after a long day when you can feel the exhaustion sinking into your bones but you still have work to do. You fight against your code as you can feel your eyelids close over your tired eyes, you are still awake. But are you really?

What did it feel like?

You can remember waking up slowly, your eyelids remained shut as you silently prayed that yesterday was just a dream. Instead you open your eyes to find yourself trapped in a nightmarish place, no sunlight, no breeze, there is nothing here. Distantly you can feel your skin screaming in agony, it’s an odd sensation. You know you’re in pain but you can’t feel it, you want to scream and cry but there is no reason.

It feels numb, like when you leave an icepack on your skin for too long and you can feel your nerves freezing up while your skin burns like it touched an open flame. Like Yin and Yang your body fights itself, as if it were trying to make up its mind on what you’re actually feeling. You want to cry again but you’re unsure if your tears will feel like molten lava or freezing sleet. You idly wonder if you should try to feel nothing at all.