Date: 3/15/2021
By personguy
i was in a very long house, and each story of the house had the same layout but corresponded with a different category. for instance, one floor could be marine bday party themed, held in a bedroom. other stories included 40s slave trade, where conquerers were in the shower talking about slaves. you could take the elevator to a random floor. there was some sort of conflict going on; apparently two other people and i were being pursued. we had to hide two small children in buckets to help them escape from another group. the guy with me seemed the most familiar with the house and led the girl and i to different floors. after the marine floor and the slave trade floor, we stopped in a pretty empty floor. the guy, for some reason, needed to pretend to be sick. the girl put the two buckets with the children in another room. then, one of the pursuers arrived at our floor. all was well as he seemed to be “diagnosing” the “sick” guy, until sounds of baby wails came from the other room. the girl opened the door to the room with the children, but they and the buckets were all gone. the single pursuer disappeared to inform the whole group, and the guy told the girl and i to bite his hand to have a layer of protection within the house. we then travelled to the movie theater floor.