Once, I read a comic called The Parking Lot is Full. One of the comics was a woman who experienced an emotion never felt by anyone ever before. Last night, in my dream, I experienced something close to that...obviously, I can't say that /no-one/ has ever felt it before, but I'm pretty sure I never have, and it's not something that I think could ever be replicated in a waking state, barring telepathy.
It was a strange, dark fantasy dream, where I/the main character was trying to escape through a sewer system from something called The Master of Pain. And the barest thread of its presence snaked through the tunnels and stroked me. There was a purely mental agony, an overwhelming burst of pain and fear that nevertheless had /nothing/ physical to it at all, but at the same time, carried an element of attraction and addiction. It wasn't in the erotic sense, exactly. It was...hard to explain, because I've never felt anything like that before, ever. And beneath it all was my mind's rock-solid conception that this was only the /least/ of its power, only the barest hint of what it could do.
It woke me up with a slap, and I lay in bed, gasping, heart racing, and near tears, for a good five minutes.
It was a strange, dark fantasy dream, where I/the main character was trying to escape through a sewer system from something called The Master of Pain. And the barest thread of its presence snaked through the tunnels and stroked me. There was a purely mental agony, an overwhelming burst of pain and fear that nevertheless had /nothing/ physical to it at all, but at the same time, carried an element of attraction and addiction. It wasn't in the erotic sense, exactly. It was...hard to explain, because I've never felt anything like that before, ever. And beneath it all was my mind's rock-solid conception that this was only the /least/ of its power, only the barest hint of what it could do.
It woke me up with a slap, and I lay in bed, gasping, heart racing, and near tears, for a good five minutes.