The birds were chirping in delight. These hands of mine were raised up to the skies above in praise and to show might. The Sun gave me a morning kiss to wake me up from my eternal nightmare. Only, there’s one oddity that I can’t seem to pass over.

"I’m fucking black!?"

Just to be clear, I have nothing against people with a darker skin tone. Hell, I love Oprah and admired Nelson Mandela. It’s just that last I remembered, I’m a skinny white kid from down the street. And let me clarify what I just said before some people begin to rain upon me profanity. Everything that I can see, from left to right, up or down and anywhere else for that matter is in monochrome. Most of the things in my surroundings are pure, unadulterated white, but some of them are of the opposite, like that giant glaring sun over there. Black as night. This whole experience felt like an old movie from the past. Only, it’s in HD quality with a better flow and no static. The script and storyboard are garbage quality, though.

With my sight returned to me, I explored my new environment with fervor. And this was what I noticed afterwards.

“Why’s everything so… normal?” I tilted my head slightly to the side, as I found the normalcy to be quite surprising.

It seemed as though I was at an opening just outside of a dense forest, and to my front was a far-reaching meadow of grass and cattle that occupied the landscape. Their numbers were in the hundreds, and their mooing was a harmony with which irritated my ears to no end. Other than that, I found the place to have a calming atmosphere. I could just lay here and let the cattle graze while I take one fine and long rest that I so deserve considering all the hardships I've been through. And even if I didn’t, I’d still do it.

I laughed like a silly kid in Disneyland, but it was a genuine laugh this time without any of the craziness mixed in. Nothing beats a tranquil spirit in times of peace. However, I do find it to be very bland. Boring, even.

My hands and feet were itching to do something other than to lie around and do nothing. The time that I’d spent breaking every single fiber of my being to push forward to get to some place other than the dark abyss instilled into me a longing for an impossible task. But now that I was finally here, I kind of missed my insufferable situation before. To a certain extent.

Was I really that much of a masochist that I hadn't realized it until now? Is finding the love for struggling in dire circumstances even considered as being a masochist? Will I ever see the color yellow again? Can Yamcha make a comeback and beat the ever living shit out of the people who mocked him before? And let’s all be honest here. Everyone, including myself, still think that he’s a useless character. Question after question of asking myself whether I am, or am not.

The Sun soon called it a day, and the white Moon and his goons took over the night sky with a black mantle. I raised my eyebrow at a conspicuously peculiar dust storm that formed a few kilometers or so away from where I sat. Only seeing things in black and white has its perks.

The herd of cattle scattered and fled to wherever cows went in times of crisis. I watched them move those juicy muscles and noticed that I was salivating. Should I just take a bite out of one them to sate my hunger? I’ll do it later, but it’s been noted inside my head as a top priority after this.

The dust storm steadily approached as the seconds ticked by and I squinted my eyes to look at what was making that odd trail of dust in the middle of this meadow. And lo and behold, the mother of all cattle has arrived. Or should I say, father? A hulking behemoth of a bull was charging at me in full stride.

The snarl on its face and anger in its eyes distinctively had me as its target of rage. I mean, what else could attract its ire besides a noticeable black guy standing in the middle of its herd of defenseless females? Someone cosplaying as Hitler and doing the Sieg Heil salute on national television, of course. Heil, mein Führer!

Nervous? Afraid? Almost about to shit myself? No. I’m done with being a coward. I'm fearless now.

I awaited in anticipation for our face-off with my arms held up and my fist clenched tightly, ready to strike at whatever comes my way. I was prepared to fight. However, I assessed the situation once more and doubts began to flood my mind as I saw it in its glorious stature in front of me. Before I knew it, it bellowed once and impaled me using its horns. It had swift and agile movements unfit for a bull its size. And frankly speaking, that's dumb and cheating.

Such an idiotic move

I heard the voice sigh in disappointment. But in other news, I guess nothing’s changed much from back then. How thrilling.