What's going on? Am I dreaming? What's happening? As soon as I started thinking about it, I felt an intense fear take over.
The fear stayed with me the entire time. It wasn't because anything around me was particularly scary - the fear was just a part of me. I couldn't feel anything except absolute terror. Imagine the moment someone suddenly scares you, and your heart races. Usually, that fear fades, but here, it stayed at that same intense level. It didn't go away.
The fear was so strong it felt like I shouldn't even be able to breathe or think clearly. But somehow, I could still move and understand what was happening - even though I was completely consumed by fear.
There was no sense of time, but at some point, I was taken to what looked like caves. I didn't walk there - it felt like I was being moved by some force. These caves felt like the place I was meant to be. It was dark again, and I couldn't see clearly. As I tried to find my way, I kept bumping into walls or barriers. I couldn't tell what they were, but I kept thinking, "Should I go right?" or "Should I turn left?" Eventually, I found myself in a larger area of the caves.
This space looked like a cave but also reminded me of a club. There were no bars, no drinks, and no music. Yet, people were dancing, moving slowly as if they were nodding their heads to a rhythm. But there was no sound at all.
I couldn't understand it. How could anyone seem to enjoy themselves in such a place? I was still terrified, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
Then, I noticed one figure - the only one that seemed to recognize me. Everyone else moved like they were controlled by something, swaying in slow motion. This being looked directly at me. He wore dark sunglasses and seemed to focus on me. I stared back, trying to figure out what was going on.
My thoughts felt very clear, almost like they were being spoken out loud. My thoughts even controlled my movements. If I thought about going left, I would go left. If I thought about heading somewhere, I would find myself moving in that direction.
I wanted to leave the cave. Before I reached this particular area, I had been navigating the space by thinking, "Go this way," or "Turn over there." That's how I moved through the darkness - by simply thinking about where I wanted to go.