Thread by @Onkel_Jo

#Nightmare/#weirddream: can't get out of this one. Get sucked into a realistic video game world at a school. First game: Counterstrike. Usually not my game, try to leave the dream, but can't. Shock. Need to find an exit. Playing the game to conclusion maybe? We give curbstomp. ~

At the score of 11-0, we are suddenly on a deserted version of the map. Can we get the other team to spawn in? We run around and try to find them. I run into a building that had been boarded up before. Inside is a fancy modern party going on. Relief. Game apparently over. Then, ~

a group of four men from a single table causes a ruckus. I make a wide berth around them. They see me in the corner, freeze, and sit down again as if nothing happened. A woman that seems familiar steps up to me and tells me that the bus is ready. Maybe I can finally get out now.~

A blonde dude holds me up before I can leave. I excuse myself, saying that I need to catch the bus. He just grips my arm tightly and gives me a stare. I can tell he's pretty angry with me. It's too tight to break, but I struggle against it. Then the guy suddenly smirks and lets ~

me go. I stumble and almost fall, but I catch myself and dart outside. There's no bus (anymore?), instead two cars that are filled to the brim (almost clown-car like), but the driver's seat in the first car is still empty. I climb in as fast as possible, but the blonde guy now ~

stands in front of the car, back turned to me, in the middle of the street. I try to run him over, but the engine sputters and dies. The car rolls to a standstill before it even hits him. The world loses color and everything around me freezes. The guy comes up to my window with ~

the same smirk as before. "I still have other plans for you," he says, and everything gets dark. When I wake up, I'm in the world of Minecraft. He makes me run a gauntlet, and I can't see him anymore. I just hear him over a crappy speaker which I can't see either. I see an ~

opening in the course and leave it. Outside is dark grey nothingness. A bit ahead is some light, so I go towards it. The voice drones on and on as if nothing changed. When I get to the light it's another gauntlet, a hellish descent this time. The voice tells me about that 2nd ~

course and all doubt he planned this is gone. What other choice do I have? I go down there. As soon as I enter, the voice cuts off immediately. It goes deep down. It's dark. I get to a room with what look to be slaves working in something like a sweatshop. A pretty lady appears ~

from the back and the other people cringe and renew their efforts. The lady appears young, no signs of old age. An inch or so shorter than me, dark, almost bronze skin, deep brown shoulder-length hair, chocolate eyes. I feel more like prey than anything. She grips me by the arms~

tightly, not to the point of pain, but tighter than the blonde guy from before. She starts talking in English, with what I think would be a New Orleans accent. But I don't understand a word of what she's saying. Hey, what do I have to lose? It's a dream. Not that if I die here, ~

I won't wake up IRL, right? At least that's what I tell myself as I lean in and give her a rough kiss (Not from genuine attraction, mind you- the other people here tell me enough). Probably the extent of my range of movement right now. She is definitely surprised, and throws her~

head back and laughs with delight (?) as we part lips. She licks her lips and I see a glint in her eye that makes me nervous. She pushes me back and I feel intense heat from behind. I twist my head to see a roaring oven with open fire there. "Take care that you don't crash and ~

burn with stunts like that," she says, more amused than anything I think. The awkward angle she's holding me towards the fire is my chance and her grip loosens as I give her the female equivalent to a kick in the nuts. I manage to break free and bolt back out the door to her ~

curses following me out. I stumble and everything is dark once more. When I can see again, I'm back in the first map, at a lake with a few bamboo (?) Canoes at the shore. It has to be not that deep, because instead of paddles there are thick bamboo sticks to navigate the ground.~

It's a big lake, so I'm wondering how it can be so large and yet shallow enough for sticks. Then I hear something behind me, and the blonde guy is back, running for me. This time he brought friends. I stare at him as I climb into a canoe and push off the shore. I'm maybe 30 ft ~

from the shore when he grabs my stick at the shore where I apparently left it in my hurry to leave. "Looking for this?" he says, and hurls it at me. I somehow dodge this makeshift spear and do not fall into the water. The people he brought get into the canoes and come after~

me. From an outsider's perspective, what ensued would probably be hilarious. Think American Gladiators meets Captain Jack Sparrow meets Charlie Chaplin. I get dunked underwater, and I think at one point I almost drown, but I get enough distance between myself and my pursuers and~

I pass out on my canoe. When I wake up from that (dream's not over yet), I'm back at the party place. I'm crouching in front of a little boy and tell him he needs to listen to his papa no matter what, and show him the makeshift spear in mock threat. He giggles, snatches it and ~

runs to what I think must be his dad. I slowly follow and bro-hug the man. "Take good care of the little one for me," I say with a grin matched on his face and everything fades to black.

Aaaaaand I wake up. Sometimes I wonder if I got the right brain.

This "getting sucked in"? I had to lie on a seat and my consciousness is transported to the virtual reality. My body in the dream's "real world"? COMATOSE.

GUESS WHAT? It happened AGAIN. First #dream I can't wake up from in years, and when I woke up and wrote this down, my dad~

comes in and tells me that THIS VERY NIGHT, my uncle died after not waking up from an ARTIFICIAL COMA. I'm literally shaking right now. I'm 3 for 3 now, @SoDreamySnack 🏴🏴🏴

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