Russian Roulette

Date: 2/26/2018

I went to Russia—and it was beautiful. Originally, I was there with some friends, and we explored the night city with all the lights, and I was truly taken away. It was just gorgeous. We then entered a restaurant where I spotted a guy I liked from work. We’ll call him Mike. Mike noticed me as well, but was pretty hesitant to call me over. I noticed that he was with a group of friends and had a girl wrapped around his arm—his girlfriend. *I knew he was in a relationship, but this never stopped him from trying to pursue me at work. And he never officially came out and told me that he was seeing someone either; I had to find out from another co worker* As soon as she got up and left, Mike immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me down next to him. I was surprised, but I still acted coy as I called him out. He then invited me to walk along the bridge with him outside. And though I felt guilty from his attention, it was nice. The Russian city and snow flurries only added to the setting. I had my head rested upon his arm as we walked, and I took pictures of the illuminated lights. We’re about to walk across the bridge and we’re met with another coworker. Let’s call him Ted. And we’re both excited to see Ted. It’s a normal greeting and we’re just catching up with him. Then Mike crosses the bridge and he crosses over the snowy canyon just fine. And then I start to cross. But as I’m crossing, I’m mentally teleported someone in the mountains. There’s this little blue puppet yapping on and on about how I was trespassing onto private property, and that by being in Russia, I’m a traitor to the American reserve or whatever. He’s saying that I’m not to cross and that if I keep on he will have no choice but to destroy me. Really puppet? So I’m teleported back to consciousness on the bridge, but I noticed that part of the bridge is missing. There are only the supporting rails, and you can see where the missing planks are supposed to be. I’m clutching onto the supporting bar as I see that I am standing on nothing but a thin bar of metal. Mike is excited. He’s trying to coax me across the bridge. He keeps telling me that I can make it; it’s not that bad. Ted is still at the front of the bridge telling me to stay calm. Mike reaches his hand out and it’s surprisingly close enough to grab, but I’m terrified and still clutching onto the bar. The blue puppet appears again where Mike is and he’s repeating himself about our actions of infiltrating Russia. Apparently both Mike and I are banned from any assistance from the US. He pulls a lever and the bridge begins to creak and slowly fall downward. I still have time before I’m actually falling. Mikes in the background shouting that Ted isn’t banned and Ted can get us help. But before I could reach out to Ted... My alarm goes off.