Night 1: I saw a cave. From the outside, I could hear buzzing. Walking in the cave, I was swarmed by bees. As they stung me, I tried reaching through my pockets for a weapon. I had a gun, but the bees were so overpowering that I could barely lift it. Eventually, I found a bomb in my pocket. I light the fuse. Both I and the bees exploded.
Night 2: Around me was a landscape consisting of simple geometric figures. An endless amount of single-coloured spheres, pyramids, and cubes. In the corner of my eyes, I could see what I can only describe as what I would see were I to ever take drugs. The hallucinations contrasting against the simplistic nature of the shapes was too much to handle. I stopped breathing at once in an attempt to pass out and die, but now matter how many times I tried, I would not die.
Night 3: I arrived in a hotel, attempting to clear my mind. I could still hear the words of my parents and teachers ringing in my ears. No matter where I went, I could still hear their voices. Running into the bathroom, I saw a masked man standing there. He grabbed me and screamed in my face in a foreign language that I couldn't identify. As the PTSD grew worse, I attempted to escape his grasp. Turning on the faucet in the bathtub, I fell out of his arms into the steadily filling tub. He continued to scream at me until I drowned.
Night 4: It was my first day at an office. I noticed that all of my co-workers looked and acted the same. They wore the same clothes, moved the same way, reacted to their surroundings in the same way, shared the same topics and interests around the water cooler, and I swear that their faces were all identical too. It's as if God copied and pasted them into this office only as a way for me to stay sane in an office that would most likely drain me of any happiness, both in and out of the office. I shouted and asked if any of them could hear me. No matter how loud I yelled, they garnered no reaction. I kept yelling until I lost my voice.
Night 5: Bright shapes and colours surrounded me, almost as if I were back in my kindergarten classroom. Sky blue, hot pink, electric lime, tangerine orange, and silver. Had I been transported back in time? Then the strangers entered. They kept coming up to me asking if I needed help. Sure, I'll give them credit. I was lost. I wanted to explore on my own. They wouldn't take no for an answer. As I shoved my way through the crowd, they kept asking if I needed help with smiles on their faces.
Night 6: Eyes stared at me in all directions. I was being watched. Despite being home alone, everywhere I went, eyes were on the walls. In the smallest of rooms, and in the tiniest sets of drawers, unblinking eyes stared at me. Even on all of the objects, there were eyes. Looking on the counter, I found the one item in my house that hadn't sprouted a pair of eyes: a single key. It was cold to the touch. None of the doors in my house had keyholes, nor were there any chests in my house that required it. Seeing how useless the key was, I plunged it into my heart. My body grew cold as my lenses clouded and I fell to the ground.
Night 7: Deep in the forest, I wandered. I heard noise as all of the animals ran. They were running from something. Turning around, I saw falling rocks. I ran as well, only to trip on the root of a tree. I laughed as the rocks approached me. I kept laughing even as they crushed me.
I finally woke up and I realized that I had wasted years of my life in an attempt at becoming cultured. My dreams showcase that I learned nothing. My life's work crumbles around me as everyone says that culture is misleading and doesn't showcase anything worthy. Years of money and talent wasted. Here I was thinking that in spare time, I was happy, and educating myself; expanding my horizons. It seems that it would have been better for me to waste my time watching YouTube, or practicing other activities that I had deemed worthless, such as drawing, playing instruments, and coding. I know realize that I will amount to nothing. No matter what I create, it won't add on to anything, and no one will learn from it. If it were free, it would be a waste of space. Not even dogs will piss on it. I know go to rest for all eternity as I wish that I had actually spent my adolescence being happy rather than chasing dreams that would ultimately end up abandoned.