I don’t really remember the order of events very well, but I do remember several of the events themselves in great detail.
I’m on a plane, and I’m supposed to be returning home from far away. When we finally land, I disembark. The group, mostly comprised of schoolmates and myself, go to a nearby hospital. I’m not sure why the rest of the group stayed, but apparently I had an appointment for some kind of surgery that was to leave me with a heart plug thing similar to those in David Lynch’s Dune. Some time before my surgery, a strange hysteria falls among my group as we sit in the waiting room.
In our delusions we run through the building, I made out with a random hospital patron not part of our group, and then the hysteria turns violent, as several members of the party begin hunting each other/other hospital patrons to kill them.
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The scene changes and many of us are in a–possibly supernatural–high security prison. Many people who attempt escape are killed by guards or other mysterious people there. After a long time, I find an underground escape, and make it out alive. I then go to a back wall and find a bright yellow rope. I climb the wall to reach it, and notice a small child in a nearby cell. I pull the rope and a ladder starts to form beneath me, creating another escape route for those inside. I run away quickly, and almost made it, before I am killed.
This scene repeats itself, with some variations and occasional disembodied commentary that I can’t remember much of. It ends the same way each time, though my actual killer varies, as does the number of escapees I helped that successfully got away before I died.
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I am at school, back with the original group that arrived at the hospital on the plane. Two teachers stand in the hallway and give us an option. Those of us that feel extreme guilt after the events at the hospital are offered a chance to go into The Suicide Room, a classroom set to act as a gas chamber, though it only has a 33% fatality rate. I begin sobbing, and run to the door of the Suicide Room, but I cannot make myself go in, even as several classmates walk in nonchalantly.
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There is a revolution, and I am a part of a rebel sect. Those in power send a massive ghost, armed with some kind of magical assault rifle to kill us. I take one of the stolen prison buses behind our rebel camp and myself and one other person drive away as fast as we can, narrowly escaping the slaughter.
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Myself and a small group of others find ourselves in a local fast-food joint, crying. I receive the news of the friends that entered the Suicide Room. Only one actually died, and this makes me feel worse, and I begin an incoherent rant about how I deserved it more than he did. I leave the place, go back in to get something that someone in my group mistakenly left at the table, and leave again.