(TW) Sleeping habits
Warning
Gross mental imagery from the wording. (Body horror. Also gore (if you squint.))
I've read the warning above and I'm willing to read this.
When I go to bed, I lie to everyone and myself that I just simply laid limp and mentally hallucinated until my eyelids force open. No, I think my body is hiding something from me when I go to sleep, and I truly think it's so disgusting; my body is going to be sleeping on the couch, and I won't buy him any Wendy's for dinner.
Once I sleep, everything about my innards held it's breath stop until I've fully drifted off. My brain sits down in it's favorite armchair as it gets occupied by trivial means of pathetic diseased-born human entertainment, such as the baby shows I feed it. Meanwhile my insides have special plans, they want to go on an adventure.
My bones and muscles soften up, they mash and curdle until they've become a liquid. All of my innards begin to swirl and mix in a queasy tornado and quiver as they join together to expand in size. My outer skin starts bubbling and shaking from inside's party; layers begin weakening and tearing and peeling off by the most gentle pinch and forces. Form is irrelevant so my body neglects to retain it; I've already lost my limbs and head at this point due to this nightly process. Taller and taller in size, I'm already touching the ceiling.
In the least sexual innuendo way, there is a moment of climax where myself explodes. Everything splashes everywhere and the smell gets horrendous; my body is now no longer contained by skin. I'm no longer a "person" I'm now just a giant pile of shapeless malleable flesh with the consistency of slime. If I didn't fill up the floors of my bedroom you'd be able to feel warmth by being close to it, and it also smells like rotting corpses and vomit; blood trickles down and covers a thin layer of the bare parts of the floor where flesh couldn't reach, so choose a pair of shoes to sacrifice.
This is why my bedroom door gets locked, I simply can't let this happen with the wall's paint and plaster peeled open and the pipes and insulation torn out of the way, the SCP would catch my ass! so I've gotta keep this under wraps.
My body seems to get the memo of that though. Because with the big and mighty moment of being such a huge pile of flesh, it peaks kissing the dripping cobwebs of the ceiling, it can also just dissapear in the blink of an eye. The flesh starts to instantly compress itself into something very thin and binds itself into a dense sheet of technically-but-you-musn't edible vinyl. Suddenly, it clings to the walls and flooring, until everything has escaped into the crevices of the floorboards and becoming as thin as a liquid to pass through wall material like wind.
Gone, dissapeared, absent, you forget someone's occupying that room, maybe my cat sleeps in my bed to give the illusion of the bump in the blanket. Meanwhile I am going on many adventures.
The flesh is now thin enough to travel through the crevices of dirt and sand and since my brain has joined the mass my body has the smarts to know how to turn and move around. I visit everywhere and I learn lots of gossip of people I will never hear from again. I live as the POV of hundreds of lives in this state and I go to places no human has never went, nobody will never know because my liquid flesh is deep within the floorboards of this world you won't ever notice even a hint of a death stench.
This is how I dream, this is how you dream, this is how everyone dreams. Society never talks about this nightly flesh routine and if you do you get banned from earth for 9999 billion years. We are all piles of flesh in our dreams and daydreams, "but I have hands and a body in my dreams" you just creep up into the skin of someone else and pretend you are them.
Now I will face my 9999 billion year sentence in the temple of dream and thought crime hell, who knows some good camp fire stories?