Had this weird dream, where my parents and i visited this old house in the suburbs, while there I happened across this rift in time/space in their basement, where I was the only one who could access it. IN there, it was covered in ancient seals and prayer beads, long strips of these covered the walls and doors.
Around the room, I found literature, “do not awaken the maiden from her slumber, lest he be unleashed”, and “had I known, we should have saved her.”, as if driven by some curious force, I would go deeper into this burial site, almost like a Japanese shrine. Before I knew it, I was overcome by a sudden grave fear, and had to retreat, but I felt like a part of me was down there.
After a bit, I found some people I know, including a doctor and I managed to convince them to come down with me, somehow once I touched people, they could see this alternate basement and could enter it. Together, we delved in, and found several things that pertained to someone- postal cards, lover letters, and other things which seemed weird, written all over the walls were “I’m so sorry” over and over again.
FInally we came to the inner most sanctum, absolutely covered in seals and prayers. Overcoming a great fear, I opened the door, only to see a long forgotten corpse tied to the ground, rotten and decayed, but somehow still breathing. For some reason, my heart was moved.
Instead of running to being overcome by fear, I go to the mantle which sat just behind her head. On it was a Japanese doll, looking very sad and depressed. As I stared at it, someone along with me said that she was still breathing, even though the corpse was obviously mummified and ancient looking.
Somehow, I touched and found the mail seal and broke it. A deafening scream pierced the air, followed by a hollow laughter. The people who followed me screamed. I turned behind myself, and saw the corpse slowly sit up, and crying “why did you break it?” “why why why why why”. But I was not scared, instead, for some reason, I held the corpse, as if embracing a long departed lover.
WHen I looked at her again, she was completely human- long black hair and ancient looking robes. Then the fear overtook me, i carried her in my arms, as we ran from the ancient building. I made a mistake, but for some reason, I felt like I did the right thing.
We returned to the room, and saw to the women’s health. She was crying, as if a million different memories came flooding back to her. But I had to take care of her.
She asked him after several hours, finally, why I did what I did, I told her I was moved by some unknown force, as if I knew her and had to rescue her. I don’t remember too much of this part of the dream, but slowly, through talking and conversing with her, I put together a way to defeat the evil, which was slowly engulfing the house.
For some reason, I loved her beyond any sense of reason and hope. We fought the evil, as it engulfed the house. She was an ancient sacrifice meant to hold back this evil, and by my awakening of her, I unleashed it back into the world, but I was also the key, somehow by my love and adoration of this woman, we could beat back the evil.
But we still were overtaken, by it, my last words to the woman before we were possessed and killed were, “I will live a thousand lives and a thousand time I will come for you, please wait for me my love.” apparently, I took her back to the basement and resealed her, writing on a prayer sheet another seal and placing it somewhere in the room.
On the back of the seal, I wrote; “I love you I love you, I love you.” before placing it, and finally dying and disappearing.
And then I awoke in my dream, in a car approaching an old house in the suburbs. Remembering little of what happened before. Like before, I found the basement, and opened the door and the seal. But this time i glanced behind some of the older looking seals, each one said, “i love you, I love you.” on the back.
This time, instead of directly opening the seal, I cried hard and place my head at the bottom of the doll sitting on the mantle, saying, as if remembering, “My love, I’m so sorry. I understand, but I must awaken you, my love for you is greater than the world.” THis time, the doll seemed to move, and placed its hand on my head. a voice came from the doll, saying, “I know. I remember.”
Ten thousand I died and resealed my lover in this basement. Ten thousand times I lost against death. Ten thousand times I was reborn to find her. Ten thousand times I would unseal it. Ten thousand times I died and sealed her again. This was the my ten-thousandths and first life. v
Let me just remind you.
One of these days, you’re going to buy the newest Mario game or Zelda game, and you’re super excited.
You go home all giddy and happy like a little kid who’s getting a new game they’ve been wanting for so long now. You turn on your console and put the game in.
As the game boots up, before you are taken to the title screen, a black screen shows up, and white text will appear on the screen…
"In loving memory of Shigeru Miyamoto"