BEWARE SPOILERS

BEWARE SPOILERS 

Life seems to be a dreadful imposition on a single consciousness (you, me).
A human body, like my own body, is something you can’t get off like you can get off a bus. I'm trapped inside it and there is nothing I can do to escape it. To escape it is certain death. I wonder how we ended up like this in such a nightmare. Knowing it’s all going to end with an utter blankness while, simultaneously, incapable of waking up from that nightmare.
I remember many dreams I thought were real at the time I was dreaming them, terrifying situations I thought I could never escape – until, with great relief, I wake up and leave it all behind in that quickly forgotten dream. Life’s problems, by comparison, are often insignificant compared to those one sometimes meets in dreams. But this waking nightmare of the bodytrap, all our bodytraps, is not a dream you can wake up from. It’s relentlessly and terrifyingly inescapable. Who the devil landed me in this body? They have a lot to answer for. And I can’t really imagine the devastating effect of complete and utter non-existence when this consciousness within my body finally vanishes. A paradox – that I hate being trapped in my body (hating whoever is responsible for trapping me in my body) while, at the same time, I’d give anything to stay trapped there forever, because I can’t face the outright blankness.
The only feasible avenue of escape is fiction.

Written today and published here as a new story.

Last sentence of story subsequently amended to the above version in accordance with a suggestion by Caroline on the Vault workshop.