I had a nightmare.
It may sound a bit funny, but every terrifying detail in the nightmare seemed to be vividly replaying before my eyes, as noticeable as the cracks on a mirror. The result of my self-analysis was that I needed to vent those horrors, even if I was talking to myself. To avoid affecting subsequent research work, I will recreate the nightmare word by word.
There will be no record, for it is just a nightmare.
"I dreamt of moving forward in a darkness where I could not see my own hands, wearing everyday clothes, perhaps with a plague doctor mask on, perhaps not. The expression was close to idiocy, or a state of spiritual abnormality. My body swung naturally as I progressed, and even though my sensory abilities were practically nil, the me in the dream experienced no emotional fluctuations..."
