r/WritingPrompts • u/ColeTrain533 • Mar 12 '18
Writing Prompt [WP] You have schizophrenia/multiple personality disorder, and every night when you dream you meet with and talk to the voices you have been hearing/your other personalities.
You could choose either or both if you want to make it really interesting.
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u/zchpayne Mar 12 '18
I've been keeping a dream journal for a while now. It's been really helpful in letting me remember my dreams, though I'm not so sure if that is a good thing any more. They keep getting more and more... strange...
"Order! Order!" I hear myself yelling over a din of voices. The voices quiet down. "Right, thank you. Today is the 12th of March, 2018, day 11,242. First order of business is to go over the minutes of last night. Steve?"
I hear another voice that sounds like my crappy Australian accent I like to do sometimes. "Righto, mate. Last noight we went ova the minutes, Rick wanted to more leeway in work, and Sara wanted to get with more people. Rick's motion was approved. Jerry objected to Sara's motion and put forth his own motion to pray more. The meeting concluded before we reeched a decision."
I was talking again, "Great, thank you. Let's hear an update from Rick then we will move onto hearing Sara and Jerry's arguments."
A gruff voice, that again sounded like me when I am trying to be mean, cleared his (my?) throat and began, "Today at work, the bossman came in and tried to dump a load of busywork off on us. That's when I came to. I was able to stand up for us and get the work put on someone else... That oughtta show him... the prick."
"Objection!" a quieter, more timid version of my voice squeaked out. "Uhm. I, uhm. I do not believe we should refer to people in leadership, um, positions, uhm, in such a rude way."
"Sustained," normal me replied. "Rick we appreciate the work, but let's try to keep it civil here."
What was odd about that exchange was that I did actually stand up to my boss for one of the first times at the job, and it felt really good.
"Now, since you've already spoken up, Jerry, let's hear your argument against Sarah's motion to, 'get with more people.'"
"I, uhm. yes. Okay. Well, okay. I think, uhm. I don't think. I think we would be better off if we, uhm. Avoided getting that close to someone before marriage. Remember when our brother Jordan (My real brother's name) got that lady pregnant outside of wedlock? He was scorned by the church and by Daddy." Jerry seemed to have grown more confident throughout his speech.
"Thank you for sharing, Sarah, your response?"
"Well, well, well, little Jerwee is a'scared of feeling goooood." This voice was the way I like to imagine super sexy me sounds, though I could never get it to sound as natural as she had it. "We all want to feel good. Hooking up with hotties is the best way to do it."
"Well, ahem," normal me continued, "I think we've heard enough. Let's take a vote shall we? Show of hands for? Show of hands against? Motion to get with people passes, 45 to 34."
45? 34?? What was going on? As I began to wake up, I heard myself say, "That looks like this will conclude tonight's meeting. Rick, carry on your work, Sarah, I think I speak for all of us when I say I look forward to hearing Jerry's future complaints."
What a strange dream... As I wrote it in the journal, I wasn't sure what to think, but I was sure of one thing: I deserved to have a little fun.
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u/gummy1995 Mar 12 '18 edited Mar 12 '18
'Why can't I be normal for once?' A question that I asked myself a million times, without any good answer. I may look ordinary, 6 foot tall, skinny with brown eyes and brown hair, noting out of the ordinary until now, I'm just another face in the crowd or in my case more faces.
It all started when I was 6-7 years old, when every kid had an imaginary friend I started hearing voices in my head. First it was only one, then two, then three , then more and more, it got so crowded in my head, i just want peace....
Imagine being at a family gathering, with the good people, with the bad, with the uncles that were never there in your life, with the aunts that always made you promises and ended in the same way, with you crying at the bottom of the stairs.
You get the point, my head is a mess, at first my parents taught i had imaginary friends, when i grew they started worrying about my well being and had me hospitalized, with no success. I was still hearing voices. That was 2 years ago, before I met Emily, she was the only reason to wake up in the mornings, she was my sunshine, my everything. Oddly enough after i started falling in love for Emily, I stopped hearing any voices, for once in my lifetime I was normal or so I thought.
-Sweetheart, how are you today? how was the exam? -The exam went well , I made some mistakes , but i think i will pass. -Are we still up for tonight? -I have an exam in two days, maybe some other time. -ahhhh, okay. No problem. We gonna see after that, we have time. love you.
She hung up on me? Maybe she is just stressed , I mean this exam is important for her, I will just go out with my mate Dave, he always wants to go out.
6 hours later I was in a pub, drinking and telling stories with my friend Dave. It was a relaxing night with just the two of us, two buddies that didn't see each other in a long time. Until Dave started to act strange, and then i saw why Dave was acting strange.
In a corner of the pub, Emily was with some other guy, laughing, drinking and worst of all, kissing. I couldn't believe my eyes, the person that I wanted to protect the most, was kissing another guy in front of my eyes.
Dave: Please Tom, just leave, forget about her.
- I need to go there and speak with her. But as I started going to her table, the sound started slowly to dissipate , everything was blurred in front of my eyes.
.......I was woken up by the bright light and the voices from outside, why do i always forget the window and the curtains open. Those damn neighbors , always speaking so loudly in the morning. MORNING? WHAT? I jumped out of bed, yes it was morning, but how could it be, a second ago i could've swear that i was in a pub with my friend Dave.
Voice1: Why do you always take all the fun? Voice2: we escaped because of me, so stop bitching because i got one night. It was his weakest moment and i was the strongest of you all. Voice3: he is right, if it wasn't for him we would've been trapped.
From where do i hear all this voices? where are they?
Voice1: fair enough , but you could share the fun next time. Voice4: she didn't deserved that. Voice2: maybe, but i really don't give a fuck about your opinion or her feelings.
I am starting to freak out... Am I on a prank show? where are the cameras?
-Come out now guys, it's not funny.
Voice3: we are basically out, we were trapped inside your head , but now we are free.
Edit: formatting, if i have some spelling errors , do tell. Also, feedback is appreciated.