Are you sure?

Nothing. That's what he remembers. All he knows is that he woke up today in The Room. Or was it yesterday? He doesn't know. He can't tell. The Room is white. Stark white. All of it. It hurt his eyes. Or did it? He isn't sure. There are no windows. No sun. No light. No life. He thinks that it's ironic that he knows what those are, but he doesn't know what they look like. He just remembers the words. Nothing else. No one else. There is a bed too. Of that, he is sure. He woke up in it after all. Now that he thinks of it, it doesn't seem like a bed. It looks like the thing on top of a bed. The mat. He doesn't like it. That is where he saw Them, after all. There is a portal tucked away in a corner of The Room. It is white too. It has a kind of lid on it. The lid has a handle. He doesn't know what to make of it. He thinks that he knew the word once. He remembers traces of the word. He thinks that it started with D. Dacs? Deor? Doar? He thinks that it looks like a Doar. All he knows is that They came from the Doar. He thinks that it leads to somewhere else. Somewhere unknown. Somewhere scary. It must be. After all, that is where They came from.

They wore white too. C... Caot... Caots. Caots! That's what he thinks that they were called. Their caots were long. He does not have caots They all had the same head-fur. It fell to their shoulders. He does not have head-fur. He does not remember anything else about Them. He doesn't want to. They had been there when he woke up. They told him about That. They had left. Right after telling him. They made him weird. He thinks that he remembers knowing things before he woke up. Before They did That to him. He doesn't even know if he did. What if he didn't. What if he didn't have memories. What if this is just a lie he is fabricating just to keep himself sane. What if he was never real. That is his greatest fear. The handle is turning. He stops. He is frightened. The Doar opens. They walk in. Their pushing a shiny, silver cart with a screen in it. Com... Comate... Commater! They are getting ready to do That. His fists clench. They tell him to lie down on the mat. He does. What else could he do?
The Commater is connected to a wire. The wire is attached to a needle. The needle? Ready to be attached to his head. As one of them pushes the needle into his head, the Commater flashes, and he sees a reflection. A brain. No body. No eyes. No skin. Just a brain. Him. The brain. Him. He is the brain. HIM! Horror. Fear. Shock. Melancholy. Those are all he feel, before the needle goes in, and he leaves The Room. Then, everything goes dark, and his memories get wiped again. He gets it now. It's all for the better...
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Ending 1:
...Nothing. That's what he remembers. All he knows is that he woke up today in The Room. Or was it yesterday? He doesn't know. He can't tell.....
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Ending 2:
..."John! I'm telling you, I did try to lucid dream but I really just couldn't! How am I going to complete the Dream Journal Mrs Sarah gave us now?" He cries, wringing his hands out in anxiety. "A likely story." John rolls his eyes. "You just forgot about it, didn't you?" "I swear I didn't!" "Sure, sure." "And stop rolling your eyes!"