The dreams that I have are relatively vivid and long. But here is one of my recent ones. I think I was playing too much Killing Floor 2 the night before..
*WARNING* Block of text/intense dream.
Also, I was trying to jot this down very quickly so there might be a few grammatical mistakes. Ah well.
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So I was playing a "game". Specifically, a survival game in real life where we all had real guns killing monsters. I was already with friends and all that and we were all winning and were the last ones standing. Maybe there were about 40 of us. We had a counter on the top right that we could see and the number didn't go down anymore ... I realized...those 40 something were us....we had to apparently eliminate each other... I told one of my good friends standing next to me to shoot me. She obviously objected immediately. I said it's okay, once the round ends, we'll just respawn and I'd rather have you do it than someone else.
She cried but she did shoot me in the shoulder which hurt like hell. I fell on my knees and then fell on my face to the grassy ground and I really felt my consciousness leaving from me. I heard yells and screams and was slowly fading out. My body was fighting itself. I didn't want to leave, I didn't want to die. But at the same time that warm numbing sensation was lulling me to just let go.
People ran over and were shouting/talking to me. I mustered up the energy to open my eyes blearily and smile and say I'm okay.
Suddenly I was in a room on a bed with many of my friends. I was in the middle of about 10 or so. They took it upon themselves to just let someone else kill them. A girl our age was standing at the foot of the bed and she was rearranging us to positions. I didn't want to feel anymore bullets. I was actually frightened. I got up and told her I will die soon because of my previous injury but don't want to partake in this. She said okay.
I jumped off the bed and hid behind it. Seconds later, I heard the sound of an assault rifle just hammering out bullets. I heard all my friends scream in pain and I felt some of their bodies (that were sticking over the sides of the bed) writhe and spaz out at the impact of the bullets. Many of them did die immediately. As soon as it was over, I got back up and went to my place on the bed to just pass out. The girl came over to where I was and I saw her holding a curved butcher's knife.
She slashed my left shoulder three times and I cried outloud. I remember thinking, this is the last time I'll ever see my friends. I didn't tell them how much I loved being around them, how much I miss them, what will they think/do once they find out I have died?....I don't want to die...I don't want to die!!
I put my right forearm over my eyes to not cry and pretended to sleep. I took the curved butcher's knife out of my shoulder and held it in my right hand. I looked to my left and right and saw the dead faces of my friends. Some on the end were actually still alive but barely.
The girl who cut me walked away for a bit but came back to check on me. As soon as she came back, I swung out that knife with a crazed look in my eyes and got up. I was in a tight lock with her as she struggled not to be cut. I was bleeding and my shoulder was killing me but the adrenaline was keeping me alive. I wanted to kill this person. She was a thorn in my side and I was intent on killing her.
A few of those remaining alive slowly got up and tried to help me. The last thing I remember after she struggled and eventually ran, was me getting an actual butcher's knife in all it's silver glory.... and smiling at her.