"Currently there are ten-thousand and one of you here." Something about how the thing said that… it was wrong, that was all he could say. The thing's mouth curled up into a smile as it said that, causing a shiver to run up Sam's spine. Currently, you have all been randomly selected to participate in a… well, let us call this a social experiment." All of them looking just as worried and confused as he was. The humanoid thing snapped its fingers, and suddenly the grey mist clinging to everyone disappeared, revealing that there were actual people underneath. Now that I have your attention, we may begin." But something about it, something just made him instinctively know that the thing above them wasn't in any way human. His head snapped up, along with all the other grey people, and there floating above them was a person. Standing up quickly (and stumbling slightly when his headache flared up again), he looked around for the source of the-of whatever that was. Sam's eyes snapped open, as a voice that reverberated through his very soul spoke up, piercing through the dead silence of the white place. Or, at least, in a more interesting dream than this. Hopefully next time he opened them he'd wake up at home. This obviously wasn't anywhere on Earth, and he was pretty sure humans weren't quite so grey, so this was obviously a dream.Įven if dreams didn't normally come with pounding headaches. Just grey, misty, dead-silent, people-shaped blobs wandering around aimlessly, somehow looking just as lost and confused as he felt.
They were people-Sam was somehow certain of that, even if he didn't know how-but they didn't look like people. Instead of humans, there were just these sort of… grey blobs. Unfortunately, even the people were weird. The only thing that he could see, was people. He couldn't even see the ground, the lack of horizon being much more disorienting to him than he might have otherwise expected. There was just… endless white in every direction. "Wha-?" he mumbled staring out into a place that was certainly not a bar. Shoving himself into a sitting position-and, knowing he couldn't put it off forever-he slowly opened his eyes. Am I on a floor? Did I just pass out in the bar or something? God, that would be embarrassing. Unfortunately, as he came to his senses, he realized he wasn't in his own bed. He would have been fine laying there all day, letting his hangover(?) run its course. It helped, somewhat, as the headache began to slowly subside. "Ah-fu-" he hissed softly, rolling over and clutching his head between his hands. Sam woke up suddenly, and then immediately shut his eyes again as a splitting headache struck him.