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This situation, this…place, whatever it may be is so complex and unexplainable that I became lost in it and the only way out was through the most horrible things the mind can imagine and the most repulsive acts, sights, and thoughts the soul can stand to bare.
There are things there that no human should ever have to know of. Devices and creatures of such complexity that are horrifying beyond any magnitude of human comprehension or explanation. These beings of infinite perplexity have no compassion or remorse…they have no thought or any human characteristic. Their gross appearance is only matched by the mind-bending logic that is encased within. There is no shortage in number…pleasantry is unknown and alien; any thing disgusting, strange, and ghastly becomes common and welcome.
No human, no matter what the character, should ever deserve the damnation earned by those in that place. There is no escape from the horrifying chamber that encases the mind…it isn’t known who (or what) is sentenced to such a place of suffering…but the punishment is not of human proportions.
There is no place of comfort…the floors, the walls, the furniture…no pain is experienced, but the discomfort and restlessness is so intolerable, it is enough to drive one to insanity. There is a hopeless sense of solitude and loneliness as the thought of familiarity was only a vague one. (To be familiar with something would only mean to coincide with it in space, in thought, or in spirit at one point. To have a pleasant reliability with your surroundings or those encompassed. The questions of your own existence and sanity become recurring and everything, everyone, and any being or form that has ever been dear or known to you only seems to be a wind that has passed your ear…or an image that you had seen once upon a time…anything and everything upon this Earth is long-gone and means nothing.) Time is not known to anyone or anything in this place. A breath seems to last for an eternity. There is no way to know how long you have been in one spot. No way to know when (or if) this will end.
The discomfort and unpleasantness experienced are of such great magnitude that those who are disgruntled and bothered by the tribulations of this Earth (as we all are from time to time) would be of no contest against. The air is very stale, but there is no need to breathe…strange patterns and designs cover the surroundings and the creatures (if they can be called such). The physical body is gone from you, but your soul and mind can feel the clamminess of the dungeon and interpret the inhospitable feeling of this place. Every room, every place seems as a dream, but there is no place of rest. Every inch feels unwelcoming, strange, and deceitful as the growing fear of some unpleasant presence lurking behind you and over you becomes more and more vivid. Your only hope of comfort lies in sleep, but as your mind begins to wander, its attention is quickly drawn back by a sharp, piercing noise which seems to rattle the innards of your being, preventing you from escaping the situation at hand.
I was shown these entities as they pertain to life upon Earth. They exist as an afterthought, often only leaving a glimmer to be seen by the observant, thriving in situations where danger is apparent and clear. They act as jesters, and look as such, often moving with great dexterity and quickness through common scenarios. They are able to influence the environment, human emotions and actions (often acting as temptations and luring the unknowing into their traps).
Upon returning, of how I do not know, I was led into my room. The surroundings became more and more familiar and comfortable (but still not pleasant). When I had come to terms (in a very small degree) with what had actually happened, I found that I was extremely thirsty. Drinking became a strange experience and I was hardly able to hold down the liquids. I stared into a mirror for a very long time, looking at myself , trying to make sure that I had returned. It seems as though my mind had escaped my body and I was just returning to a human state. Everything about me felt very strange and odd as if my skin was a set of new clothes.

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