What The Fuck Was That

Lost in thought, my mind became a whirlwind of ideas and ambitions. Yesterday, I immersed myself in creation, pouring my heart and soul into a project. I no longer referred to it as the “final piece” or the key to my success, for those words had lost their meaning. The truth was simple: when the voice within me commanded me to build, I obeyed without question. And that creative drive had yet to wane. As I perused the archives of Dominate The Globe, my digital empire, I witnessed the amalgamation of my creations, each one a puzzle piece converging like family members gathered around a dinner table. Financial woes had threatened to infiltrate my workflow, a formidable foe capable of sabotaging the progress I had made. I had witnessed this destructive force in action countless times, even falling victim to it myself. However, my virtual reality experiences were finally beginning to align, and SPOTLIGHT, my latest venture, had proven to work as flawlessly as it’s peers. Yet, as I delved deeper into self-reflection, a realization struck me with undeniable force: I needed to embrace the person I had become and stop forcibly thrusting him in front of the camera solely for marketing purposes. In hindsight, the countless hours spent contemplating whether to go live on Instagram or create more TikTok content seemed ludicrous. After all, it was my radio show that had catapulted me into the entertainment industry. And so, with a renewed sense of purpose, I began building once again. Before I knew it, Dominate The Globe, the podcast, was crafted and meticulously configured in OBS, ready to be shared with the world via Spotify. The day had been long and arduous, but the sense of accomplishment washed over me as the night sky cloaked my surroundings. With my wife and daughter peacefully slumbering in our bed, I opted not to disturb their tranquility. Instead, I settled onto the couch, its dimensions woefully inadequate for my lanky frame. Positioned directly in front of our television, I succumbed to weariness and allowed sleep to claim me. As the boundaries between consciousness and dreams blurred, I found myself traversing into the realm of fantasy that visited me each night. Yet, this time, the dream unfolded with a nightmarish intensity. Within the confines of our apartment, my wife and daughter stood beside me as chaos ensued outside. The world was crumbling, disintegrating under the weight of cataclysmic destruction. Rivers of molten lava cascaded, hungrily devouring buildings, while fiery embers rained from above. The anguished cries of countless souls echoed through closed windows, a haunting symphony of despair. It was then that the horrifying realization struck me—this was the end, the apocalyptic finale. Gripping my family tightly, I propelled us forward, navigating the fragmented remains of our home, desperate to escape. Just as a glimmer of hope appeared, a path seemingly clear before us, I turned and witnessed a tidal wave of molten fury rushing toward us, consuming everything in its path. I jolted awake, my heart pounding, a sheen of sweat coating my skin. A disoriented haze enveloped me, leaving me feeling akin to a bewildered zombie. The images of destruction and fear still lingered in my mind, a stark reminder of the fragility of existence. As I rose from the couch, the imprint of discomfort etched into my body, I couldn’t help but ponder the significance of the dream. It served as a stark reminder of the urgency with which I pursued my ambitions, the drive to leave an indelible mark upon the world.