Mark lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was still trying to process everything that had happened in the dream world. He couldn't believe that it had all been real, that he had actually fought against demonic forces and saved Sarah.
But as he looked down at his hands, he could see the scratches and bruises that he had sustained in the dream world. He knew that it had been all too real.
As he lay there, he began to wonder about the mysterious man he had encountered at the strip club. Who was he? How did he know about the dream world?
Mark knew that he needed answers, and he knew that the man was the key to finding them. He decided to go back to the strip club to try and find him.
When he arrived, he saw the same bouncer standing outside. The man looked at him with a mixture of suspicion and recognition.
"You again?" he said gruffly.
Mark nodded. "I need to find the man I spoke to the other night. The one who knows about the dream world."
The bouncer's expression changed to one of concern. "You don't want to get mixed up in that, kid. Trust me."
But Mark was determined. He pushed past the bouncer and made his way into the club.
The inside was just as seedy as he remembered it. But this time, he didn't care about the atmosphere. He was focused on finding the mysterious man.
He saw him sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. Mark approached him cautiously.
"Excuse me," he said. "I need to talk to you."
The man looked up, and Mark saw a glint of recognition in his eyes.
"I remember you," the man said. "You're the one who came to me about the dream world."
Mark nodded. "I need your help. I need to understand what's happening to me."
The man studied him for a moment before nodding. "Alright. But we can't talk here. It's too dangerous."
He led Mark to a back room, where he pulled out a strange looking device.
"This is a dream inducer," he explained. "It will allow us to enter the dream world together, so I can show you what you need to know."
Mark was hesitant, but he knew that this was his only chance to find answers. He agreed to the man's plan.
They strapped on the dream inducer and entered the dream world together. But as soon as they arrived, Mark sensed that something was wrong.
The demonic voices were louder than ever, and he could see shadows moving in the darkness. He turned to the man, but he was nowhere to be found.
Mark was alone in the dream world, surrounded by darkness and evil. He knew that he had to find a way out before it was too late.
Mark stumbled through the darkness, trying to find his way out of the dream world. The demonic voices were getting louder, and he could feel their presence closing in on him.
But just when he thought all hope was lost, he saw a faint light in the distance. He stumbled towards it, his heart racing with hope.
As he got closer, he saw that the light was coming from an ancient Hindu temple. The walls were covered in inscriptions and markings, and drawings depicting demons of the past and the haunts of their victims.
Mark entered the temple, and as soon as he did, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if the temple was alive, and it was reaching out to him, trying to communicate with him.
He approached a wall covered in inscriptions, and as he studied them, he felt a surge of understanding wash over him. The inscriptions showed him the true nature of the dream world, and the dangers that lurked within it.
He saw that the demons were not just figments of his imagination, but real entities that had been haunting the dreams of mankind for centuries. And he realized that the dream world was a place where the barriers between reality and the supernatural were thin, and where the demons could easily cross over into the waking world.
But as he continued to study the inscriptions, he also saw that there was hope. There were ancient rituals and spells that could banish the demons and protect the dreamer from their influence.
Mark realized that he had been chosen to take up this mantle, to protect the waking world from the demonic forces that lurked in the dream world.
He emerged from the temple with a newfound sense of purpose, ready to face the demons and protect those he loved.
But as soon as he stepped back into the dream world, he saw that the demonic forces had grown even stronger. The shadows were moving faster, and the voices were louder and more sinister than ever before.
Mark knew that this would be his toughest battle yet, but he was determined to emerge victorious. He began to recite the ancient spells he had learned in the temple, and he felt a surge of power coursing through him.
He fought the demons with all his might, and in the end, he emerged victorious. The dream world was peaceful once again, and Mark knew that he had fulfilled his destiny.
As he woke up, he saw that his injuries had healed, and he felt a sense of peace that he had never felt before. He knew that he had a purpose in life, and he was ready to face whatever the future held.
Mark jolted upright in his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had just woken up from the dream world, but now he realized that he wasn't fully awake.
He tried to get up from bed, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. He felt like he was being dragged back into the dream world, against his will.
Suddenly, he found himself back in the temple, staring at the statue of the demonic entity he had seen before. It was unclear whether the entity was human or demon, but it had horns and a terrifyingly imposing figure.
As he looked at the statue, he saw its eyes start to glow red, and he felt a surge of fear wash over him. He knew that this was a bad sign, and that something terrible was about to happen.
Suddenly, he hears something, someone speaking to him , felt like a different entity that ones he had encountered , it felt like the voices coming from the statue. It's shadow being cast from the statue seemed like to speak to him in a deep, menacing voice, telling him that he was not yet done .
" There's a long way kid, my revival is yet to be done , i won't care if my demons need to sacrifice people from the west . "
These words , felt like as sharp as a knife and felt like these words have been Engraved in his mind .
Momentarily Mark Blacked out , as he woke out of the dream world he knew it was not just his story he needed to find out the truth to do something against the entity.
