Survival Dinner Party

Date: 6/27/2016

I had been invited to a dinner party. Unlike the normal twist that it was a murder mystery, this one was a survival dinner party, and supposedly only one guest would get out alive. We couldn't leave, but random people walking through the halls could join us. Yelling at them to not come in barely worked, and a few people joined us. Later on, the host got there. We tried to act amicable, hoping that we wouldn't die. At one point we left the party to go for a run. He told us about how his father would always be at the bar, and trying to sound relateble I told him that his dad would get along with mine since he's also an alcoholic. He told me that his dad was dead. I was sure he wanted to kill me- but I sincerely apologized and told him that I was sorry for being insensitive. Our relationship seemed to improve after that. Then I got in a fight with another guest and was severely injured. The host took me back to his room and bandaged me. I told him that we had met before, and he asked me where. I told him that we had met in a dream. I was in love with him. Later on, I left his place to find some of my friends from the dinner party still alive. I was happy. I had forgotten those who died.