As things progressed in the "afterlife" the pain in my head escalated. At first it was a dull pain, like when your eyes get tired and you should stop looking at whatever you are but you just can't. Then it escalated, to that pain you have when you get hit in the head like with a hilt of a sword or the butt of a pistol (and if you don't know that pain, be thankful). I was better than the caravan people, they were mostly out of it from the pain, crippled and laying about. Whatever this was it wasn't the afterlife, that gate keeper was a liar.
I knew that, but then again there something preventing me from really thinking too hard on it. On top of the pain I could feel something asserting itself in my head. And it was getting stronger with the pain, I could feel physical weakness settling in on me. Like upon waking up I felt strong, but having walked around a little bit my body had been weakened. Focussing on it was getting harder and harder though.
So I knew I was in trouble, I wasn't actually in the afterlife, but I'd be there shortly if I didn't do something fast, but I didn't know what I could do. I feared my normal method of just hurting myself because I didn't believe I was in my own mind so much as not seeing the world as I really should be. All in all it wasn't fun times!
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