This is My Dream

Last night, I had a dream. A dream so vivid that I felt it happened for real...

I was killed along with other friends who play Ragnarok Online regularly at a shop by two hackers in attempt to hack those peoples' accounts. To my sudden shock, one of them turned out to be Alva, that friend of mine who plays the drums and even taught me to play them. Yet since it was but a dream, a hazy living, I never registered the fact that he was a good friend of mine and thought of him as a maniacal killer.

Alva attacked me with a knife in his right hand and lunged it right at my heart. I coudn't evade the knife. I couldn't evade death... I lay there helpless and unconscious. Then I awake, with only solitude and the eery whisper of death to accompany me afterwards. There were cadavers scattered all over the shop, some of the PC's left turned on by their murdered users. I saw no other waking spirit from the bodies.

I was alone...

Yet I couldn't stay here to mourn. I had to find my killers and avenge my friends. Damn them for committing this crime in exchange for benefit in a measley online game!

I hear the door creek. Someone was entering the shop. It was those two murders. My traitor friend Alva. It was only in that moment that I felt both hate and revenge resonate powerfully within me. How I wanted to grab the same knife that took my life and give them their own demise. I reached for the knife but my hand just slipped past the handle. How can this be? I observed that traitorous bastard from behind. He was typing something. It seems he could not sense my presence. Quickly, I walked past his corporeal body with my spiritual one and went for the keyboard and typed these messages that will eternally haunt him.

How dare you take my life and those of my friends?! One day you'll rot in hell.

Strange... I could speak of revenge but not commit it. Why is it so...?

I cannot write all my confessions
But alone with myself, I can't remind my past
This is my dream...
-Lacuna Coil, This Is My Dream