Kirkii is insane. Once you've taken the root in a sufficient dose, there is no turning back it seems. Just like with psychedelics. It restructures your dreams to the point where they become totally crazy. The duration increases, it defragments them...coherent storylines every night.
This is meant to give a little taste what kind of stories it can produce. Not your typical "I lost my dog it was so sad" kinda dream. With a strong naarating voice done by the kirkii spirit.
I'm staring at the computer screen. What is this? Letters? Numbers? I can see it now: A countdown. "15 days left to disinfect this computer or worse will happen" (kirkii narrator)
Im in a military helicopter with a group of friends and we're running out of gas. Under us is is huge forest with Zombies running around. "That's it, we're gonna die" says one of my friends. I reply: "No, we have to keep going, find the best place to land and then try to survive"
We make our way through the forest annd somehow, we live.
I'm suddenly back a the computer. A map is shown of our recent camps in the zombieforest. You can see, that it's actually pretty easy to reach a safe position from the helicopter crash.
Kirkii narrator: "The game can have many forms. Your game was, to be thrown into a seemingly hopeless situation. To solve the game, you just have to hang in there, because you don't know that its actually very easy to win if you have the spirits."
I win.
Next moment, i'm in some kind of alternative Universe, where I identify with this very handsome guy. I watch myself break into my mothers house (she's like 80 in this universe) and steal from her. I see me in the living room of my father in law who is a famous singer. He'd look me in the eye and say "Well, i'm so thankful you are part of this family now. You are a great person!" Then i would sing with him and be proud of myself.. though i know deep inside that i'm a thief, a smug....a horrible person playing a game with people.
He invites me to some kind of award show where i should give someone an award. I sweat. I stutter. I suddenly look very ugly, a little like john travolta. The audience is shocked.
Kirkii narrator shows me gruesome pictures and tells me "Mosquitos. They normaly feast on the blood of infected animals. But sometimes, they pierce the skin of men, leaving behind a trail of infection among humans"
BLACKOUT
I'm walking the Zombie Forest again. My friends are there too. They're dressed like 19th century english gentlemen.
"Well" one of them says.."I always imagined death to be like this: Cold ...and foggy"
"But this is not real death yet..this is the insterstate" another friend says "Lets follow the light at the end of the alley there!"
I follow them and melt with the light....
Suddenly back into my parents house with my little brother. Everything is glowing slightly. My brother is apparantly trying to kill me by throwing things at me..
"Hey little brother stop it you can't kill me, we are already dead"
He doesn'T understand, like he thinks that he is still alive...but he is not. I'm not.
"You can hurt me but you can't kill me...please understand" I tell him through closed doors
Feeling like hell.
Finally, I open the door..shattered glass everywhere.
"Watch your steps" he says "I could hurt"
And i think to myself that this could be good day in hell.
And now i'm awake, at my computer ...reading a text. Written by someone i identify with. It's about a crazy dream ...
That's at least .... what he thinks...for now.
He'll know more in 15 days.
This is meant to give a little taste what kind of stories it can produce. Not your typical "I lost my dog it was so sad" kinda dream. With a strong naarating voice done by the kirkii spirit.
I'm staring at the computer screen. What is this? Letters? Numbers? I can see it now: A countdown. "15 days left to disinfect this computer or worse will happen" (kirkii narrator)
Im in a military helicopter with a group of friends and we're running out of gas. Under us is is huge forest with Zombies running around. "That's it, we're gonna die" says one of my friends. I reply: "No, we have to keep going, find the best place to land and then try to survive"
We make our way through the forest annd somehow, we live.
I'm suddenly back a the computer. A map is shown of our recent camps in the zombieforest. You can see, that it's actually pretty easy to reach a safe position from the helicopter crash.
Kirkii narrator: "The game can have many forms. Your game was, to be thrown into a seemingly hopeless situation. To solve the game, you just have to hang in there, because you don't know that its actually very easy to win if you have the spirits."
I win.
Next moment, i'm in some kind of alternative Universe, where I identify with this very handsome guy. I watch myself break into my mothers house (she's like 80 in this universe) and steal from her. I see me in the living room of my father in law who is a famous singer. He'd look me in the eye and say "Well, i'm so thankful you are part of this family now. You are a great person!" Then i would sing with him and be proud of myself.. though i know deep inside that i'm a thief, a smug....a horrible person playing a game with people.
He invites me to some kind of award show where i should give someone an award. I sweat. I stutter. I suddenly look very ugly, a little like john travolta. The audience is shocked.
Kirkii narrator shows me gruesome pictures and tells me "Mosquitos. They normaly feast on the blood of infected animals. But sometimes, they pierce the skin of men, leaving behind a trail of infection among humans"
BLACKOUT
I'm walking the Zombie Forest again. My friends are there too. They're dressed like 19th century english gentlemen.
"Well" one of them says.."I always imagined death to be like this: Cold ...and foggy"
"But this is not real death yet..this is the insterstate" another friend says "Lets follow the light at the end of the alley there!"
I follow them and melt with the light....
Suddenly back into my parents house with my little brother. Everything is glowing slightly. My brother is apparantly trying to kill me by throwing things at me..
"Hey little brother stop it you can't kill me, we are already dead"
He doesn'T understand, like he thinks that he is still alive...but he is not. I'm not.
"You can hurt me but you can't kill me...please understand" I tell him through closed doors
Feeling like hell.
Finally, I open the door..shattered glass everywhere.
"Watch your steps" he says "I could hurt"
And i think to myself that this could be good day in hell.
And now i'm awake, at my computer ...reading a text. Written by someone i identify with. It's about a crazy dream ...
That's at least .... what he thinks...for now.
He'll know more in 15 days.