ok, I think you need you reinstall discord, it also happened to me. But here is the story (

Lucas loved dreaming. He had learned how to lucid dream when he was seven, and since then, he had been exploring his own imagination every night. He could fly, fight monsters, visit exotic places, and do anything he wanted. He felt free and happy in his dreams, unlike in his real life, where he was bullied at school, ignored by his parents, and confined to his small apartment.  One night, he decided to try something new. He wanted to jump on top of rooftops, like a superhero. He closed his eyes and imagined himself standing on the edge of a tall building, looking down at the city below. He felt a surge of adrenaline and excitement. He ran and leaped into the air, feeling the wind in his face and the sun on his skin. He landed on another roof, then jumped again, and again. He felt like he was flying.  He enjoyed this for a while, until he heard a loud noise. It was an explosion. He looked around and saw that one of the buildings was on fire. Smoke and flames were rising from the windows. He heard people screaming and crying for help. He felt a pang of fear and guilt. He wondered if he had caused this somehow. He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how.  He tried to wake up, but he couldn’t. He tried to change the dream, but he couldn’t. He was stuck in this nightmare, and he had no control over it. He felt helpless and hopeless.  He woke up in his bed, covered in sweat and tears. He looked around and saw that everything was normal. His room was the same as always, with his posters, toys, and books. He sighed in relief. It was just a dream. A bad dream.  He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He looked in the mirror and saw something that made him shiver.  His eyes were glowing orange.  He blinked and rubbed his eyes, hoping it was a trick of the light. But it wasn’t. His eyes were still glowing orange.  He felt a sudden pain in his head. It was like someone was stabbing him with a knife. He screamed and fell to the floor.  He woke up in his bed again.  He realized it was another dream. A worse dream.  He got up and checked his eyes in the mirror. They were normal again.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  He decided to stay awake for the rest of the night. He didn’t want to dream anymore.  The next night, he tried to avoid sleeping as well. He drank coffee, watched TV, played video games, anything to keep himself awake.  But eventually, he couldn’t resist the urge to sleep.  He closed his eyes and hoped for a peaceful dream.  But he didn’t get one.  He found himself in a dark place. It was like a maze of corridors and rooms, filled with horrors and dangers. There were monsters lurking in the shadows, ready to attack him at any moment. There were traps and puzzles that could kill him if he made a wrong move. There were voices whispering in his ears, telling him lies and secrets that made him doubt himself and others.  He tried to escape from this place, but he couldn’t find a way out. He tried to wake up from this place, but he couldn’t open his eyes. He tried to change this place, but he couldn’t alter anything.  He was stuck in this hell, and he had no control over it.  He felt terrified and alone.  He woke up in his bed again.  But this time, he wasn’t sure if it was real or not.  He looked around and saw that everything was different.  His room was dark and dirty, with blood stains on the walls and floor. His posters were torn and burned, his toys were broken and scattered, his books were ripped and shredded.  He heard noises outside his door. They sounded like growls and snarls of wild animals.  He smelled something foul in the air. It smelled like rotting flesh and sulfur.  He felt something cold on his skin. It felt like claws and teeth of demons.  He realized that this wasn’t his room anymore.  This was his hell.  And he couldn’t wake up from it.

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