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As I stepped down into the grotesque basement, all I could see was blackness. Slowly I edged down into a sticky liquid that felt like lava burning my skin until it was raw. While i tried to reach back for the ladder to get the liquid off me, I fell straight backwards going fully under, the excruciating pain making me unable to to swim back to the surface. As I helplessly tried to swim back out, i felt myself falling, falling faster and faster, never slowing down. Their was nothing to hold onto, nothing to stop myself from falling. I've had this exact dream every night of my life since my second birthday when what looked like the ball pit turned into disgusting green, sticky, slime-like liquid, waiting for it to happen again, only worse. It
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