I woke up in Static
She had heard tales of people claiming that other people had visited their dreams before, yet she imagined nothing like this. Before here stood a amalgamation of thousands buzzing together like a beehive yet sticking together as one mass at the same time as the sky hazed a uncomfortable purple. Setting her eyes upon this... thing... she felt such an overwhelming sense of... ... She was not sure. It felt like a panic of every emotion haphazardly mixed together in a way that their core components could no longer be identified. A fearful joy, a happy depression, a timid anger, nothing the image of This made sense. Yet its sight... was such a beautiful incoherence that she could not simply refuse its offerings as a figure of figures emerged from the Thing, introducing itself as 'Merry Representative Mebison Jeofferey' of Eunoia, offering her freedom from the static if she was to become one with them in the same tone the person on the phone had spoken in. What could she do but accept?
The next time she slept it was ever-so interesting compared to what it had been in the past. A beautiful incoherency of a haze-y buzzing abstraction flowed around her, carrying her through it like a river of a new paradise. Instead of initially only being a nice break from the storm that her dreams had once been, it soon became ever-more tempting, slowly taking over her entire life as she kept going to sleep earlier and earlier and sleeping later and later to experience the Eunoia... As so much of her life had already left her behind unlike Eunoia's embrace, how could she say no one Eunoia suggested that she may not even need to exist in the corporeal world any longer to keep experiencing it.