So I’m in this room-slash-hall with some friends and a few satellite personages who are really nothing more than technically proficient warm bodies. They are technically proficient at whatever I need them to be techinically proficient at. My friends are around because what we are doing in this room-slash-hall is going through it to reach the other end. We are doing this because it will either save our souls, raise us to a new plane of human consciousness or just because we have to.
The room-slash-hall is dangerous because of the ghost-wraiths. None of us know what they are, but we know that they are there. We proceed into the room. Suddenly it is just me and a friend from junior high school left. All of the others are sort of caught behind us, screaming madly. The Ghost-wraiths got to them. I go on ahead a little bit and suddenly I see this tall skinny monster with a cylindrical head so completely wrapped in barbed wire that it might very well be his head. This cylinder of barbed wire is spinning counterclockwise, quite quickly. As for the rest of the Ghost-wraith, it is sheathed in very shiny armor from head to toe, it looks like it is made of metal but I know that under the armor is a withertwisted body like driftwood. The armor is all one piece except for the codpiece. It surprises me but I’m not scared of it. As I get closer to it I hear this maddening screaming sound coming from it. If I’m 6 feet away I hear nothing, but if I’m 5 feet away it is the only sound in the world. I realize that the Ghost-wraith is actually me, and I’m looking in a mirror that has made me look like a Ghost-wraith. The screaming sound is now coming from my friend from junior high who thinks I’m going to kill him. He is shooting at me, the bullets hit, but since I’m not thinking about the bullets they don’t hurt me, they just ping off of the armor that I’m not really wearing. I convince my friend that I am me and not the barbed wire prayer wheel spinning headed armor thing. Everyone else is dead. We continue down the hall and around the corner, knowing that if we think about what we are doing we will be taken by the Ghost-wraiths which are really ourselves. We go into this room and I start plucking around on my guitar and playing this terribly simple and slightly mournful thing. My friend is assembling a saxophone and I realize that as I pluck the strings we move closer and closer to the end of the hall and escape. By now the other possibilities have disappeared and the only reason we are doing this is because we want to get out alive. We get to the end and realize that we have defeated the Ghost-wraiths and are safe enough, if not perfectly safe. There are still razor sharp things around and we might accidentally set one off. We putter around until our teacher comes and leads us to the exit.