Life is a game

Date: 10/15/2019

I was trying to ride a bike around my town. I was scared to ride down steep hills. I didn’t want to fall off. I was writing a story and I let me friends read it, even though it was very personal. It included journal excerpts. I came to peace with the fact that this was my work, and other people could read and interpret it. I was in a gymnasium at a school dance (?). I was in the middle of the gym at a table with my friends. A school shooter came in and started giving orders. I think a few people got shot. I was not happy with this ending. I went back to the very beginning. My mom told me I could skip the beginning of school. So I was slinking around the hallways trying to avoid the teachers. I ended up in the library where I saw the shooter. I tried to see what he was writing. At a certain point I realized I needed to wake up. So I pulled up the main menu and pressed exit. Then I woke up.