Mind travels

[Lennox]

I am trying to look around, but my muscles do not move. I suddenly do notice my eyes are closed, afraid of the black all around me. When I open up my eyes, I see those energy streaks, colored with a blue shade. When I look closer, my eyes can recognize little objects moving on the streaks. It's like I would be in my own nerve system. With high speed the objects are moving to a centre. I can see a big 'construction' in the distance. I try to walk, but my legs aren't moving as well.

When I try to think desperately, I notice the blue, round objects on the streaks moving faster than normal but I can't think. I look at one of those moving 'balls', or whatever they could be, and keep my stare for a while.

Now it's cold. Everything stopped moving around me. And for some reason I cannot look away from that ball. It's pulsating in my eyes...it's getting bigger. My eyes widen up...but I cannot say anything anylonger. It's dark again.

Suddenly a light is flashing up. It dazzles me for a second, but then the light disappears again, I find myself in a dark room. It's looking familar for some reason. I finally can move. I look around and notice a table with a man laying on. When I move closer, I have to gulp. The man who is laying on the table is me. But I wonder what that odd glow in his eyes could be. I am taking some steps back as soon as I realize what it is. The man is fidgeting, something seems to be wrong. But it doesn't need much time for me to know what all that is. Suddenly more people arrive in the room by stepping through a nearby door. They hold the man on the table, but his movements improve. As the movement of the 'sick me' gets cut by something, he stares at the next person to him. The glow in his eyes has already improved. With a deep sounding voice the 'me' speaks at the person with a cold stare.

"Ours...will make you perish..."

The people around him are yelling something about an operation, that quickly has to be done. With some quick gropes, the man on the table is caught by the force of four men. They force him not to move by fixing his body on the table with shackles and ropes. I just stare and watch the happenings, knowing it is something, that happened not so long ago.

After the man's power is sealed by the shackles, one of the others around prepares a syringe, probably filled with narcotics, and quickly injects it into the main artery into the neck. The narcotics work very fast, knocking the 'me' out. Suddenly the room gets darker and darker. I only can see how the men prepare the necessary equipment before I can't see anything anylonger...the darkness is winning the upperhand again.

When I open my eyes again...I am back at the place where I was before....the place with the streaks and the blueish, moving balls on them...