Jojoart

One night, a graffiti with the word SLEEP appears at Sanlúcar's seafront promenade. Years later, while going out with my high school friends I get lost from the rest of the group and find the graffiti. I already knew it, but this time it's secreting some sort of green goo. I touch the graffiti and it becomes normal, the goo disappears. That night I have a nightmare I don't remember (yeah, dreams in dreams à la Inception, it happens a lot).



The next day I sleep a lot in the bus and in class (classes are in Cádiz, just like real life, so the trip lasts more than one hour). The last class, which ends at 3 pm, is taught by Samantha Vallejo-Nájera (probably a product of the time I spend watching Canal Cocina and Masterchef Junior SPANISH EDITION) but I fall asleep a lot and she scolds me, so the thing takes too long and I lose the 4 pm bus, having to eat in Cádiz. I take too long to eat and I lose the 5pm bus too, so I have to wait until 6. There's a blackout at 6 o'clock and the bus doesn't come, the sun sets and the sky gets cloudy, everything is really dark. I hear voices telling me to jump off the cliff* near my bus stop (my bus stop isn't even there in real life though). I wake up and nothing happened, I was sleeping at the bus stop all along, the bus is about to come, in get in really quickly. They turn off the lights and I, even though I avoid it as much as I can, fall asleep.



I arrive to my destination and suddenly my dad, my sister and I are in a hotel room with all the windows closed. I fearfully open the windows and we all hear strange voices, my dad and my sister, who were already cursed by the graffiti find out I was cursed now too. Apparently I'm dreaming and they tell me not to listen to music or see any "representations of reality" - photos, videos, drawings, etc. - in my dreams. Abstract drawings or decorational patterns are harmless. The alarm sounds and we get out of the room, suddenly we were in an art gallery full with paintings (it looked a lot like the one in Someday, but rendered in Amnesia style and lighting...). We run out of there, hearing louder and louder voices, the lights start failing but we get out of there safe and sound. They explain to me that there's an entity called SLEEP who controls the dreams of those who have touched the graffiti and he manifests through those voices. If you listen to them too much the dreams starts deforming to get progressively creepier until you die in some way in the dream and you don't wake up in real life. Eventually, we wake up.



The graffiti seems to "deactivate" after a few days. I get the hang of these dreams and start coping with them much better. Some months pass, SLEEP comes back and by then I'm a friend of Eloy (a Let's Player that mostly plays fangames) in real life, not just on the internet. One day he appears in my dreams offering me a dish of viscera with cotton candy, he seems to be under SLEEP's control. "I'm done!" I tell Eloy to drive me in his car (?) to the graffiti, it's normal, we touch it and goo comes of it again, we enter the graffiti and teleport to the real world, then start running away at full speed and the graffiti explodes in a light burst, now the wall doesn't have anything on it, we get back home, the curse is over.



*I'm not suicidal and never was, just to clear that up.