Jack's hunt

All he could do was stare. It was too beautiful. It almost blinded him. The dim light in the room cast by his computer screen seemed to brighten. It shone gloriously, seeping out of his drawn blinds. It was very late, and everyone in their right minds was already asleep. However, he was senseless. This didn't happen to him every yesterday. It was simply hilariose. He needed an oxygen. Badly. His breath was shallow and his voice barely escaped his mouth as the whispered, "This is very. Very. Thank you." He didn't think he could continue anything. His life's goal was finally complete. He felt as though he could die there and then. 

Before he was about to close his eyes happily for the last time, he heard and angelic voice. It seemed distant yet at the same time, he winced as he felt the breath of the voice in his ears. It was heavy, dense, and moist against his skin. It spoke "I believe at you." He sat up straight in his bed. It was day now. Had it all been a dream? He opened his computer. He checked his internet history. Only YouTube last night. It had been a dream. He lay back on his bed and sighed. It was probably for the best. The dankest meme was not meant to be seen.