Muun
Acolyte
Hello
I don’t really know if it has any potential. I am to close to it to tell if it can or not.
When I was a kid, I got really sick and had a lot of fever. I had this… weird dream that turned into a phobia for the concept of infinite or even very large places.
The wall is in front of me. It’s so high and large and I have a little brush and a little paint bucket with me. Everything is dark. I don’t understand anything. I don’t know if I’m miniaturised or if the wall is giant but I can’t even see the ceiling because of the darkness. I just know one thing: I HAVE to entirely paint this wall. I got super anxious because i have so little paint and my brush is so small. I try to paint as fast as I can. Suddenly, every light turns off. I hear a voice talking about the end of the world, how I’m gonna die as well as everyone I love. Then, the voice starts counting super fast. I can’t even follow the numbers. I wake up crying.
I still remember this nightmare perfectly, even if I was like seven and sooo sick.
When i think again about this nightmare, there are subjects that come to my mind. If you wanna borrow them, feel free to.
I think it was like an entity that was giving me the order to paint the wall, something impossible. Even as fast as I was going, I couldn’t do it so the entity punishes me. Just one entity but so brutal and powerful, no little monsters. Doesn’t even have a face, just a voice.
I’ll see it like an impossible task the hero is obligated to do even if it’s literally impossible and a punishment. It’s vague but if it can give some writers some creative juice, I am happy to.
I don’t really know if it has any potential. I am to close to it to tell if it can or not.
When I was a kid, I got really sick and had a lot of fever. I had this… weird dream that turned into a phobia for the concept of infinite or even very large places.
The wall is in front of me. It’s so high and large and I have a little brush and a little paint bucket with me. Everything is dark. I don’t understand anything. I don’t know if I’m miniaturised or if the wall is giant but I can’t even see the ceiling because of the darkness. I just know one thing: I HAVE to entirely paint this wall. I got super anxious because i have so little paint and my brush is so small. I try to paint as fast as I can. Suddenly, every light turns off. I hear a voice talking about the end of the world, how I’m gonna die as well as everyone I love. Then, the voice starts counting super fast. I can’t even follow the numbers. I wake up crying.
I still remember this nightmare perfectly, even if I was like seven and sooo sick.
When i think again about this nightmare, there are subjects that come to my mind. If you wanna borrow them, feel free to.
I think it was like an entity that was giving me the order to paint the wall, something impossible. Even as fast as I was going, I couldn’t do it so the entity punishes me. Just one entity but so brutal and powerful, no little monsters. Doesn’t even have a face, just a voice.
I’ll see it like an impossible task the hero is obligated to do even if it’s literally impossible and a punishment. It’s vague but if it can give some writers some creative juice, I am happy to.