When simply living feels wrong… reversed.
It happened every night.
Morten dreamed of creatures that told him about the reverse of everyone.
He couldn’t take it anymore — they were vile, hideous creatures, and they lingered far too long in his mind: when he was awake, when he worked, when he tried… to live.
No one saw. No one knew.
Only he felt the weight of those eyes, the voices whispering inverted secrets, revealing sins, desires — the side no one shows.
Sometimes, Morten would wake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, with the feeling that one of the creatures had escaped the dream and was lurking in the dark corner of the room.
He began to avoid sleep.
But sleep is a silent hunter.
All it took was blinking a little slower, and the shapes returned: faceless mouths, laughing eyes, tongues whispering names of people — often familiar ones… always about the reverse, always about what hides beneath.
One day, while crossing the street, Morten saw a man standing on the corner, staring.
His eyes… were the same as the creatures from his dreams.
And in that instant, Morten understood:
Maybe the reverse was with him too.
That night, when he returned home, he took an anxiolytic, believing he would escape REM sleep, escape dreaming.
He was wrong.
This time, the creatures surrounded him even more deeply.
One of them approached and wrapped around him. Morten screamed, punched, tried to resist… in vain.
The creature drew closer and closer, bringing a suffocating sensation — lack of air, lack of self.
He fought until the end, until the creature was no longer seen. Not because it disappeared, nor because it moved away, but because it became part of him.
Morten woke up, opened his eyes… and the world was no longer the same.
His desires, principles, and values felt displaced, broken, unrecognizable.
What had Morten become?
Perhaps now he too inhabited the reverse of others.
Or perhaps… just perhaps…
it was only the beginning of the real nightmare.
Real Life
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