I’m not sure how much more time I have left but I’ve finally done it.
I confronted it.
I’m still trying to find a way to process the visuals placed before me today; translucent colors, endless fractals, and bubbles filled with primordial ooze surrounding every corner of that…place.
A place I hope to never see again.
I didn’t just come back to this world. I managed to escape that one.
Right now, I have a strong feeling I need to get as far away as possible from that lockbox and everyone in that group, including Ben.
Especially Ben. That rotten, no-good liar.
I know, I’m all over the place. I just need to get this written down while it’s all still fresh in the noggin.
I managed to enter this specific place, this collective pool of ideas and thoughts, by merely keeping my lockbox open and close to me as I continued to work on one of my new projects. I decided to also place a crowbar on the opened lockbox to make sure it wouldn’t fully shut, just in case.
And, if I’m being completely honest, it did take a few tries to gain entrance since every time I would start shifting into a flow state, I was immediately pulled out of it by the growing aura of the lockbox.
Once I was able to ignore the light from the lockbox and truly get in the zone, I noticed the odd sensation of my body slipping away from me while still moving within it.
Still pressing on with my writing, I began to notice my fingers passing through my keyboard as I tried typing.
Then something really strange happened.
I started floating in the air and, while levitating above my body and writing desk, I started to feel myself get smaller and smaller.
Once I was small enough, I was thrust by some invisible force into the lockbox, which at that point was bubbling over with the brightest aura I’ve ever seen it create.
After that, only pitch-black darkness remained.
I found myself come to somewhere along a beach. Only, this beach appeared to have an assortment of celestial bodies serving as its surrounding waters and the sky above was nothing more than a dark void.
I walked more inland and that’s where I found the things I described earlier. The bubbles with primordial ooze were my least favorite thing to witness, especially since some of them had deformed eyes and mouths looking back at me.
After what felt like hours, I finally got to see it.
While trudging through the forest, I tripped over one of the branches and ended up falling flat on my back. When I looked up, I got a brief glimpse of the same afterimage that has continued to haunt me to this very day.
But then, just as I was trying to help myself up, I saw the dark outline of a colossal head looking down at me from the dark void above.
I pointed up at it, trying to confirm to myself if I was truly seeing it or not, and the face encroached further from the dark void above it.
It was actually happening before my very eyes. I was coming face-to-face with Doggledoo.
The enormous face was extremely intense to look at. I found myself having to catch my breath multiple times throughout the whole incident just due to its sheer size, each end of the face taking up the entire skyline as far as the eye could see.
And in the middle was the red nose. That unnerving red nose always seemed to find its way into my nightmares every night without fail.
But that wasn’t all.
I could also see that one of its dark black eyes was smaller than the other and one of its ears appeared to be torn in half.
When I asked this indomitable presence what it wanted from me and other creative minds, I received a ground-shaking response from the being above me.
“ALL OF IT!” it thundered back at me as I noticed giant squid-like tentacles begin to unfurl from behind its equally giant head.
Then I watched with pure horror as the all-encompassing head of Doggledoo started flying down at me while extending its mouth as wide as all the land around me.
I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to watch as the dreadful void within its mouth came slamming down on me.
Yet instead of hearing my bones splinter away from being devoured, I heard the noise of clanging steel and found myself floating around whirling streams of the same mysterious colors that came from the veiled woman’s ceiling.
After a few moments floating there, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself sitting at my desk back in my office.
Now here I am.
To my right I see the busted-up lockbox, which appeared to be no match for my dusty crowbar.
Now I just need to make sure I get everything ready for the website before I pack up and skip town.
I wish I could wrap this up better, but this might be my last post. I’ve got a few things I need to do, and I can’t waste any more time sitting here writing.
Plus, I think I just heard someone knocking at the door.