Mystery centre

Date: 11/10/2022

I am attending a mystery centre with a couple friends. We are given a simple mystery to solve, and wander a compound talking to people. We’re told what happened and how, but need to figure out who did it. There are actors playing all the roles. Only half the booths are open at any given time so actors can rotate between stations. The woman explaining this is friendly. Someone who knows her teases her about her accent. We start investigating. Elevators take us from level to level. It’s much harder than it looks and there are many other teams. I become part of the story. At one time I am abducted and have my leg “removed”. It’s all show. There are plots within plots. My colleagues are very serious, but I start to zone out. At one time I take a zip line down to the ground level and a friend gets angry. The elevators are offline and it’s a long route back to where we were. It’s all very complicated. I really zone out and dissociate. Things happen to me, but I just keep staring ahead or at the ceiling. Actors and participants try to put together the elaborate plot, but I don’t care. I just want to leave. I try to leave, but find myself lost. There are multiple versions of the same compound, and I keep getting transferred from one to the other. Every time I think I’m outside, there is evidence I’m still inside. An eyeball follows me down a path. I get to my house, but it’s still part of the compound. I am hounded by an ancient god. I keep breaking through to reality to find that it’s also an illusion. I hear music. It’s my father playing mandolin with Tanisha on the tabla. I have a debate over whether the tabla is just the same as a tambourine. I see more evidence that I’m still trapped in non-reality, but I just give up. I live a normal life in this fictional world. I wake up terrified, unable to tell if I’m awake.