If you're just reading this, and haven't read the previous blogs, I encourage you to do so, it gives context:  http://www.ashtarcommandcrew.net/profiles/blogs/a-very-weird-imagination 

So I laid down and just kinda drifted.  I went over the amulet, and realized I had two, the kunai and the King of Lions one.  I let off my mind in order to see what I was actually holding in front of me, what was on the amulet, there was a guy, who sort of looked like the guy, but wasn't the guy.

This guy kept chopping me up and inflicting wounds that should have killed me, and after I laid there with my head separated from the rest of my neck (by now I had assumed the persona of von Hohenheim from Fullmetal Alchemist, it was rather appropriate), and this guy just started screaming about how I should be dead, and how I should not be alive or even talking to him.  I kept telling him that it did happen, perhaps there are weird conditions, for example it might be the imaginary world I am in, where anything can happen rather easily, but he just kept yelling about how the fact that I had put myself back together after what he did to me was impossible.

So I made my hand all weirdy, and showed it to him, and then made four columns, then a cage around us in order to prove to him that nothing was impossible.  He just sat there.  I told him to walk out of the cage, and he did (the bars were wide enough) and what came out was this fat plumber looking guy, and he looked around in surprise, then a dark substance shot out of the cage at him and took him over and turned him into this guy (I think this guy was named Nehrub), at which point I jumped out and ripped Nehrub from the plumber and told the plumber to get the hell out of there, then kicked him far away.

Nehrub was this parasitic thing that looked like Envy's pure form from Fullmetal Alchemist (hence the appropriateness) but it was all black.  It kept screaming and trying to scare me, and bite my finger off.  I started to have this dialogue with myself, looking at this creature as a manifestation of doubt.  It tried to tell me that something was impossible, and I could bottle it up but it would fester, adn be bigger than before.  And if you let it bite you, it wouldn't try to hurt you, but its poison would slowly go throughout your body.  It came from the friction caused by two gears straining against each other, in the framework of my soul.  It was sort of an offshoot of fear, which was a big monkey wrench in my soul's framework, but it was a monkey wrench:  a tool.  I wondered what was doubt, and explained it as not having trust in my knowledge of something, or something else, as to whether it was right or wrong.  I wondered, then, how could I get rid of doubt?  It was a symptom, and not a cause.  What I had to do was realign my framework, so to speak, so that the gears ran smoothly, as part of the greater connected system.

When I was done explaining this to myself, I looked down at the critter, and noticed it had significantly shrunk.  I then ate it.  I can still feel it in my stomach.

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