the death game (1)

Date: 3/21/2017

By Tjika

I was in a sort of game-like world. Me and two guys got into a building and had to solve puzzles of some kind. I was the guy for a moment while in a particular room. There was something there which was attacking him and in response he used his skill to make little lights and changed this skill to make little sparks and electrify whatever was attacking him. He was really glad he made a new skill and I (I was myself again) thought it was really cool too. Then I realised only one could win the game and since I was out of the room and they weren't I was the winner. The guy without the skill died in that room somehow, the other one got out. We were both kind of shocked, but even though I wanted to live and I knew there was only going to be one survived I hoped the dude wouldn't die either. We got into an elevator which would take one of us out of there at least. When we both got in I saw this plate above his head. It was too big to escape, but not big enough to take me with him. I knew what was going to happen, but I didn't say anything, because I couldn't do anything about it. The plate came down really quickly while he had this horrified expression on his face and crushed him to death. I felt bad for him while the blood was flying around through the elevator and I thought it was also kind if disgusting while I heard his bones crack underneath the plate. At the same time I thought it had been inevitable and I guess I was kind of glad that hadn't been me. That's when the dream ended.