I was on a boat that I didn't want to get on, but for some reason was. I kept trying to get back to my room, but couldn't remember the number or the hallway it resided in. I was looking for someone, but wasn't sure who it was. I kept telling myself that I needed to get off the boat, but knew deep down inside that there was no way of returning. I felt like diving into that dark blue deepness, but never drew up the courage or the insanity. I remember running up and down the halls; halls that looked like the replica of the one before it. I didn't know where I was going, or where I was headed. All I knew is that I wanted out.
"It was just a dream, Koree... just a dream..."
Yet I realized that it wasn't. Even though I could attempt to calm myself down, I couldn't help but feel hopeless and lost.
I realized that the waves of insanity were... are calling me. The echos of the deep are pulling me into them. The thin air is begging for me to jump through it. The night is growing around me thick, as if pushing me closer and closer to that edge.