6/4/2016

I’m in a tiny closet sized room, running some kind of experiment.

I’m trying to change what dimension I’m in, truly groundbreaking and world changing work.

I did it, by going through a door in a certain way, but when I did, I came into a mirror image of the same room, nothing appeared changed.

I could see in the mirror, though, that someone was with me now, and I was delirious or somehow out of it, like drugged or drunk.

That someone was licking my face and grinning with mal intent. The me not in the mirror felt normal and I couldn't see anyone actually with me in the not mirror space.

I tried going back to my original dimension but only went deeper, and let the thing have more control over the me in the mirror.

I woke up hyperventilating, knowing that I could never get back to where I belonged, and that I was in the hands of an evil creature with no ability to show it to anyone or help anyone see what it was doing to me. Forever.