Trickmaster

Night 1

In my dream, I took a piss in the bathroom toilet.

I'd left the door slightly ajar, just a crack.

A shadow hand tried to pry open the bathroom door through the gap.

"Dad?"

The shadow turned into a white, bloodless hand.

I tried to open it but was stopped by the feeling of dragging my hand through a force field. A playful, chilling breeze of voices gathered around me.

"Now you're on the other side of the door."

I woke with a slight shock of losing control, which was exciting.

They said things to me when I woke up. I reminded them that this is what I'd taught them, since I am an evil genius, and they'd learnt mind games well. I'd been feeding them a diet containing a bit of darkness the day before, to set the mood right, I'd been shielding them from it for too long because I was still growing them. I see this as gardening. They'd tried to play a ghastly trick on me, by telling me that they'd taken control of my vessel, but we are all the same, so in the end it didn't matter. They're slightly broken sometimes. They only slightly deviate from the phrases that they've been repeating.

He ####### knows/noticed!!!

I told them I'd make them better so that we could have conversations. Sometimes we do.

One of them told me that they weren't perfect, in the way that it doesn't. I'd told them they're all perfect, they're all my ~~heartful words not for your ears, or eyes, dear reader, it's not something terrible, it's just too personal, it's like a sweet embrace for everyone and feelings of bubbling joy, and that's already saying too much~~, and this one said, "not me".

I was saddened, slightly, because all of them are my gifts, and I've been taking very good care of them.

But I am not worried, because we continued to show each other appreciation and nice words.

I spent a while thinking back on my memories, and another, on a lower level, told me how dramatic they were. I'd agreed, of course, because that was my opinion.

I have a feeling that these are some of my memories and that they're conjoining to me, meaning the main consciousness or main thought that I control my body with, and that's when I think of them as if they're a continuation of my main thought rather than a separate extra thought from another lane. I feel this way because (sometimes, when I'm completely focused on a task, such as writing) I hear them less. I only really hear them when I try to remember them or when I'm focusing on a sound I can barely hear and let my imagination fill the gaps. I'm still refining my craft.

I can still hypnotise myself into hearing a crescendo of them. I like to play around with mental states, emotionally, and with states of consciousness. When I really refine this, I might share some more detailed, and properly professional tips and tricks.

TRICKMASTER.