Astral realm

Im very sorry for the gumbled mess. Im not too sure on how to use this still and i do not have word. but please bare with it for this time



  Floating, everything was so serene and very calming. Skies, clear blue and welcoming, everything felt invigorating and inviting. In an instant, all was eerie; the once calming feeling was now replaced by anxiety and nervousness. The skies now black and unwelcoming, I began to descend, walls started coming into view; hands emerged from their pores and began yanking and pulling at my very being. Down, down and farther I'm drawn, I then hit a hard, cold floor, my eyes strained to my dark and eerie surroundings. The room was freezing, freezing to the point my skin was starting to turn a purple hue, as I cradled myself for some warmth, I further examined the room. I then noticed that everything looked like it was all made of metal, thought, the floor felt very strange, like it was all covered with a thick moss and grass or so. This place made me feel as though in an old time prison cell, that hadn't been used in centuries. Or worse, some type of ancient torture chamber. Everything looked extremely rusty, well; I could only hope that this seeming rusty appearance wasn't in-fact blood! That itself would be very unpleasant and nerve racking. I quickly arose from the freezing moss infested floor, as I looked forward; I noticed an extremely massive door, which was just as old and rusty as the rest of this repulsive and hellish room. Its hinges looked worn out and aged with rust as well, I wondered if I could even get this grand door to budge any. However, before I could even step forward to take a crack at the door, it flung open with such force, that I stumbled backwards and was once again on the cold, moss eroded floor. When I looked towards the door once again, I noticed a very tall, peculiar looking man standing in its massive frame. Oddly, he wore no shirt, though, he was very nicely sculpted. From further examination, he wore very strange pants, at least I though they were pants; they looked as if they were Tripp pants. But minus the chains they'd have and lose the deep pockets, so in general they were just appeared baggy and on top of it, dirty. He also appeared to be around 6'4 or 6'5, I wasn't really sure at the moment, all I knew was that, I myself am only 5 foot. So yeah, he was a giant compared to me. His eyes were a piercing crystal blue; it felt as though he could stare deep into my very soul with those beautiful eyes. They were captivating, yet, they seemed to be out of place. As though they were possibly, dead!? They had a glazed over look to them, as a person would show if they had been deceased for some time. Surprisingly with that fact, he himself looked very much alive to me, though his skin was pretty pale, and had sort of a blue-ish hue to it. But, who was I to talk; I could have passed for an albino in some manner of speaking, as well as this room was at a pretty low temperature. His hair was dirty blond, it was sort of messy and unkempt, but still looked good in my opinion. I then noticed that he had been observing me just as I had been him. In that very same instant, his eyes went wide, as if in shock. He gave me a look as though he knew me and was surprised to see me again. Even though this man seemed to apparently know me, his image was but a blurred and fuzzy fragment in my mind. For reasons unknown to even myself, I had gotten up and shoved past the man. And as suddenly as I rushed past him, I stumbled and darkness overtook me. I then awoke as though nothing had happened, and was now holding the hand of the man that I had seen but earlier. Although, his attire had changed, he was now wearing a pure dark red outfit that had resembled a style of a older day Japanese schooling uniform. Strange enough, it seemed my mind and body were split...I guess like how a personality disorder would be, well I guessed that was the way to describe it. It's as though your mind and body are acting on different accords, for it seemed the mental part of me was wondering "what the hell is possibly going on?" yet my physical body seemed as if on its own link and was acting on its own. It seemed like I was happy!? I was still holding his hand and had been trying to casually talk to him, though he spoke not a word, either of the inability to or perhaps he had nothing to speak of with me. Yet, being here with him this very moment, it all felt...right, I just couldn’t figure why. It all puzzled me; everything was just all too bizarre, what with everything going on with him, as well as me being so calm about everything. As well as, me walking and talking to him as if I'd known this young man all of my entire existence. Though, the reality was that I knew him so vaguely. It was kind of crazy to me, how much of a midget I was in comparison to being near this giant of a man. So, being mischievous as I usually was, I tried to yank his arm forward to see if I could make him stumble. I was pretty amazed when my plan had failed miserably, he hadn't budged one bit. He just looked down and stared at me with those enticing blue eyes, probably laughing inside at my feudal attempt. I nervously chuckled and had said "Hmm pretty strong arent’cha," a little after; I can recall just walking with him down a very lovely walkway, just one strip going down. I hadn't really noticed until now that we were outside. We had come from a part of a building, but I wasn't too sure what it was. Outside where we were at now though, was breathtaking, mesmerizing. The strip concreted walkway we were on was filled on both sides with sparkling, crystal blue water. The sun was shimmering brilliantly with exhilarating radiance. The weather was fantastic; everything was just way to perfect to be real. Which made me wonder, was it? Or was this all really a crazy dream? I just couldn't figure it out. Sadly, it seemed are pleasant stroll through this beautiful landscape was about to come to an abrupt end. For not too far from sight, was a set of double doors leading to another part of the building. Though, before we could even reach the doors, darkness took hold of me once more. When I awoke for the second time, I was running!! Running from what? Or worse, from who? While still running, I looked back and there in the far distance, was him!! The same man whom I was holding hands with not so long ago. My head felt groggy and all fuzzy. What the hell was going on? Why was I running from him? What could I have possibly done to have angered him so massively to this extent? I looked back again; he was running full speed and slowly catching up with me. Fear was the only thing fueling my very being, even though my legs had began to feel exhausted and numb, as though they were a bowl of jello. No! I couldn't stop, not now. In that very instant, I tripped, sending me crashing heavily to a harsh and freezing metal floor. I gasped, pain searing and ripping through my entire body. Gasping for air, my lungs felt they were on fire and the feeling of blacking out was trying to overtake me. I had to get back up, keep on going I just couldn't give up now. Fearing the worst, I yet again turned to look behind me; he was almost at me now!! I hurriedly stumbled forward; my physical body was trying to muster up enough energy to keep moving. How far had I already been running for me to be so horribly exhausted? As well as, what the hell was even going on for any of this to be happening? Stumbling still, I weakly kept moving ahead. Though, this time I had to use the walls as a counter balance in the meantime. Everything was so dark, my vision was impaired partially, blurring in and out occasionally on me making it more difficult to see. Although my vision wasn’t perfect at the moment, were I was running seemed like an endless corridor of rust and metal. Though, this time there wasn't any of that strange moss on the ground from earlier. Even though the circumstances were starting to seem very unkind to me, I wouldn't stop now. I was stronger than this; I started getting more of a run back in pace. It all seemed feudal, but I tried keeping up that pace I was regaining. However, my joints were still horribly stiff. With my fear rising, I glanced back once more, he was frighteningly close now. A little ways more and he would get me. I straightened my attention in-front of me, hope filled me. There, not too far off from where I was at were a set of rust double doors. An exit perhaps! I weakly continued running towards where the doors where, he was but only a few paces from me it seemed. A sense of urgency went through me; with what I could muster I dashed as fast as I possibly could. My vision still blurred and my head still spinning heavily, I finally reached the doors. Unfortunately, to my undying disbelief they wouldn't budge. I felt so overwhelmed with shock and anxiety; I felt I could just collapse to my knees and cry. This couldn't possibly be happening, no, I wouldn't stop here. Frantically, I began to pound heavily on the doors, jerking and pulling at its rusty, unwavering handles. No! I couldn't give up, not just yet. I glanced back down the hall, he was right near me. He extended his arm to grab me, in an enraged panic I gathered up every bit of strength I could and rammed myself against the doors. And just as he had been about to grab me the doors had wavered and finally broken free. There after, was a blinding light that engulfed me. Was I saved? I sprung up in my bed, gasping with sweat glistening on my forehead. All of the images were repeatedly flashing before my eyes, over and over again. Two years had come and gone since I’ve had dreamt things as such, though, this once had been different in a way. I hadn't really recalled seeing that young man; yet, he did seem to spring some familiarity to me; though, I didn’t even know his name. What was that place that I find myself constantly being drawn to? All of this was just way too bizarre to comprehend as well as greatly alluring to me in some odd manor. As I sat up in my bed, I wondered, would I ever know what was really going on. Or maybe, would it be best if I didn't.