I was in a bubble-shaped concentration camp on the ocean floor. I never saw the faces of my oppressors. They were very tall, and they were completely black, so that their clothes and features were indistinguishable. I don't think they treated us badly, I just remember it being very dreary and pointless. There was no past or future, and very little present to speak of.
One day (a rather arbitrary word under the circumstances,) they sent us out on a sea-floor hunting expedition. We were each shackled with great wheights, and made to walk in a line. I managed to break away and escape into a derelict shipwreck. While navigating the dark maze of rotted corridors and cabins, I came across a man sitting cross-legged in a shaft of light whose origins were a mystery, for no real light had ever penetrated this deeply.
His left eye was, in fact, two eyes stacked on top of eachother, converging in a slow, chaotic and fluid manner. He appeared to be arabic, and he possessed all the aura and accoutrements of a learned man. He showed no surprise at my arrival, instead beckoning me to sit with him.
He began to speak to me of my life, paying special attention to the wheights upon my ankles. He assured me that they would come off in due time, and with the proper meditation. So I began a spiritual journey with the man, sitting across from him and letting my soul rise up above the waves.
However, my mind and body grew impatient, and I released my bonds too quickly, despite all the warnings of the wise man. So I flew to the surface, broke the waves, and rocketed higher and higher. The light from the sun grew more and more intense, and I felt a great burning, which increased until all was white. Then I woke up.
Any thoughts?