I'm just now exiting New York and everything is very quiet. It's so quiet you could here a pen drop, it's kinda unsettling to be honest. It makes me paranoid, but in this world, it's normal to be paranoid. The voices have been talking more and more often, they tell me to go to Florida. I don't know why, but it may help me find my lost memories. I found a place to make camp, I'm gonna rest, I'll definitely need for my journey ahead of me.
In the dream.
Wha... Where am I? I say in my dream. All of a sudden these chains rise from the ground and I realize they are attached to me. They lift me up about five feet above the ground, I'm surrounded by demons. This one demon walks into the room but it was bigger and buffer than the rest, and all the other demons seemed to obey him. One of the demons called him Lucifer. That name sounds familiar. "Well well well, my son disobeys me." Lucifer says. "DO IT!" Lucifer yells to a demon. The demon grabs a bucket and a sharp tool, he walks over to me and slowly cuts open my stomach. It feels so painful, I can feel my skin tearing apart, inch by inch as he continues to cut me open. I scream for help but of course no one can hear me. When he finished, the cut in my stomach was about a foot long. Then he shoved his hand into me and started pulling out my guts and intestines. The pain was unimaginable, I scream in pain. He reached up into my chest from the cut in my stomach and he pulled out my heart, it was still beating in his hand. "Put it in the bucket and put it with the rest." Lucifer says to the demon holding my heart.
I instantly wake up with a slight pain in my stomach, I look down and the scar on my stomach is glowing orange. Then the glow fades away, I don't know what the fuck that was but, I gotta keep moving. I don't know what that dream was about but I have a feeling it wasn't just a dream, I think it was a memory.
