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Not quite a story. Just the recount of a dream I had a few years ago.
I came to, lying on my back with my hands at my sides. I was on a solid table that had an otherwise unidentifiable texture, but with my hand I could feel it did have side edges. My surroundings were pitch black. My body felt heavy. I could barely even move my arms. There wasn't anything on me that I could see, just what felt like constant pressure pressing on my whole body. I was then immediately addressed by a voice.
Said voice spoke loudly, but in a whispering tone. I remember understanding what it said, but can no longer remember the words it spoke.
After the voice went silent, I felt, and saw from a third person view, gold colored molten metal being poured into my hands. The metal didn't burn me, but added to the heaviness I felt.
But now off put, I think I gained some sort of awareness that the things happening didn't feel right. Evolving from that idea, I realized that the things happening, weren't possible. I obtained a sort of semi lucid state as I knew something was off, but not that I was dreaming.
See throughout the whole dream, from the moment I woke up on the table. I had been feeling this sense of fear and panic. But at this point I took a minute to collect my thoughts. I did something I'd describe as mentally fighting back against what felt like my fear, but as this happened, It felt less and less like MY fear. Almost like it was fear being given to me.
I heard the voice again. It was now incoherent, frantically whispering.
But I calmed myself down, I ignored the voice.
Only then did I find the strength to roll my body over. The weight lifting. I placed my hand under me (I was now laying on my stomach) and pushed with my left hand down on the table to lift myself up. Finally in a position other than fully laying on the table.
And then I woke up on my bed... In the same exact position. Laying on my stomach, slightly lifting myself with my left hand.