I wake up, feeling a thin layer of water breaching the wall of my coat and jeans. “what in the hell..”

my thought trails off as I sit up and see a vast expanse of open ocean painted with a sky as if it was on the edge of a torrential down pour. My eyes suddenly catch the anomaly in this eerily uniform macrocosm. out in the distance faint, but visible. I see two pillars of light thinly twitching as if trying to get free from their cage they have so unwillingly been put in. as I stand I realize the floor below me only had about one inch of water. This drags on, and on into ad infinitum. Needless to say this place isn’t my home. It doesn’t seem to obey the laws of the universe, and it doesn’t seem to have an end. As I take my first step into the blue highway before me, I see if the floor below me is real or if it is some false floor. Like in those game shows where you have to pick the correct path, and if you don’t the floor fall out from under you. Luckily, in my case this isn’t the deal. After the first step I am equipped with a sense of security, and begin heading to the dancing pillars of light. The walk feels like a lifetime. As I make small ripples in foreign floor below I begin to feel a longing, a purpose for being here and more specifically a inward tugging toward the two pillars of light. As the pillars of light turn from hazy vale into a clear image. These pillars of light that were dancing. No, vieing for my attention were two picture perfect lightning bolts, suspended in place as if time had forgot its purpose, as if the future had retired its vocation all together. I approach the two twitching monoliths, contemplating if my demise would end up in the one thing that is said to likly not happen. The closer I get the longing gets stronger. This feels like a symbolic dream. Two pillars of lighting giving me a longing for their embrace symbolizing the crossroads of my life, left or right. But in this scenario I am left with no context, no sense of the “right” or a “wrong” choice, just a choice. I examine my options. I don’t have much to go off of. "I’m left handed so maybe I should choose left?”

“Maybe I should go right because of it’s sick dance moves?” Either way I need to make a choice. This place I woke up in just feels like a interim etherial plane and these two obelisks of light are my door to the next existence. With the annoyance of indecision looming over me I take a step in the right direction, and reach out to the lightning. As my hand approaches the thin arc of crackling pempt up energy. I feel as if I have fallen in a bed of cactuses. Pens and needles shooting through every fiber of my being. I know I am about to explode becoming one with the opulent mass of light when all of a sudden I awake in a vast expanse of open ocean with two pillars of light twitching in the distance.