I hate *lves and *lf lovers.
For a long time, I had aphantasia. It seems most people with this condition just learn to live with it instead of fixing it.
But my spirit is righteous. I will not accept being denied such glories. And so I set about fixing it, with the help of a very wise and learned friend. It seems that in gaining better control of my dreams, I realized that I did indeed have a mind's eye, and merely lacked conscious control over it. My subconscious, in its greed, had wrested this from me. And so I gained greater and greater control over my dreams.
One night, I was having a very wonderful dream. I was very strong. I had vivid and luscious landscapes to explore on my own, and a temperate place to sleep in a cave near the top of a cliff overlooking a wonderful forest. I was content.
And then the *lves came. Ambushed me while I slept. I hadn't done anything to anyone. They pierced me with arrows, and knives, and spears. I forced myself past them and threw myself off the cliff hoping to escape, but they tracked me down and killed me.
And then I woke up. People often say you can't actually feel pain in dreams. There's also the phenomenon of psychosomatic pain. When I woke up, I was in a lot of pain. I don't think it was as much as being stabbed for real, but I have broken bones and this was much more painful. It was the most painful thing I've ever experienced, physically. I had sleep paralysis too, so all I could do was lie there and ache.
I haven't been able to go back to those beautiful dreams, though I have through other methods continued to solidify my control over my mind's eye. But I will never forgive the *lves. I hate them. I won't even dignify them with their uncensored name. I hate them so much. I will grasp them and crush them until not even the myth remains.
Guide me, Saint Pelinal. Grant me your blessing. Grant me the strength to leave nothing left of our enemies, and there wherewithal to see my task to completion.
