Escape from a Gladitorial Prison until Sex...

Date: 1/1/2019

Earlier on in the dream, it was very dark, figuratively and literally. I don’t know if I did something wrong so I got sent to this place or what. I was at a prison of sorts where inmates were forced to fight in gladiatorial deathmatches. Oh, and I think everyone was young. No one was older than twenty five, maybe even less. It was fucked up… I don’t think it was for outside entertainment. We were in these giant dark rooms. No audience, just us prisoners. I don’t even know if the ‘law enforcement’ officials were there. We could see a way out I believe. In one direction there was like a girder fence or something that had horizontal view slits where you could see it was nighttime. There was a road with cars occasionally passing by. Beyond that a lake and then some houses. The fights were merciless. There were crowd favorites like this one blond haired guy. I watched as he mercilessly killed those weaker and those knocked onto the sand floor. If I remember correctly. I fought someone into submission, but did not kill them. Then I went on the run and escaped because I would be executed for not killing the loser in the fight. Maybe I just jumped that fence. I ended up on the run at night. Outside was kind of reminiscent of Prairie Crossing with its lakes, paths, houses, roads, and the “prison” being where the school is in real life. I recall running, hiding, and so on. It wasn’t until the daytime that I reached my (imaginary) house on one of the Prairie Crossing semi-circle roads (Kind of a giant cul-de-sac if you want to think of it that way… It was a bright sunny day with a blue sky. My family was there and ushered me in. I don’t remember what I did, but it was a sweet and relaxing time. A quick description of the house (based in a real place… kind of, but completely imaginary insides). There was a small white porch to the right of the driveway and garage. You walk in with maybe a room on both sides. In front of you, stairs lead down to a lower level which is inline with the ground behind the house. Maybe next to that staircase at the entranceway was a staircase leading to an upper floor, I don’t recall seeing or using an upper level staircase. Sometime I maybe was talking to my brother and realized that because I disobeyed (and did not kill someone during a deathmatch), I would simply be put back on the list for going back to the prison and gladiatorial deathmatches, not executed like I had thought. Although in retrospect, if that is it then there is no real punishment for running away from the prison and its fights… Some of the time was happy, some of the time was spent sitting in fear. At night I became rightfully paranoid. It was a dark night, I looked out a back window out at the lake towards the prison. To the right was a team of the ‘law enforcement’ agents crossing a dried up portion of the lake. They were in all black and some had red lights at their heads/helmets (video-gamey Night Vision Goggles?). I felt that they might be busting some other person because they were at least a few houses down, probably going to bust some other person. Then I heard sirens, rushed upstairs to look outside and see black and white cars and vans parked in the driveway. Sirens blaring and their lights were flashing. I rushed back and think I hid in a bathroom. The agents broke into our house started to move about looking for me. From the crack of the bathroom door I saw two men and a women all dressed in black. I waited some seconds before bursting out… I did something no one would have expected… I jumped out and began having sex with the female agent. I think she was wearing a riot gear helmet but with the black visor up so you could see her face. It was a goofy circumstance and I treated it as a game or something where I knew that while I was having sex nothing else could happen. This was not organic realistic sex, this was sex that was stuck on a looping procedure as if it were a flash animation video online. Repetitive movements with little to no variation between thrusts. I recall switching to a couple positions including missionary and a standing titjob where she actually was holding me up for my dick to slide up and down between her fairly large breasts which were now out of her unzipped top. Now I don’t remember how this ended. It might have been when my alarm woke me up and I went back to sleep. Regardless, the scene and environment of the dream ended, but the idea of the fucked up bloodthirsty government was still there. I’m going to put it in a separate dream actually. This dream continues into a tabletop dystopian gaming championship in the next entry, which is not adult.