VarrhenSpecter

Me and several other students were on a race track preparing for a long, competitive race. It was about a whole classroom of students scattered around the starting line. The race track wasn't your typical dirt themed one, but it was one covered with air compressed pillows. It went all the way to the finish line. It was indoors and outdoors. The race was just about to begin.

The race started right as soon as the first person started running. The whole set of students began hopping from one section of pillows to another. Most of them were left off in the middle, with only a few of them up front. I was stuck behind the middle ones. I wasn't how the game worked at first, so I observed some of the other races before I decided to actually give it a try. It turned out, everybody was hopping to get ahead of the game. After noticing this, I started to take my way past the middle races.

Eventually, after making it through the indoor part of the race, we reached the outside world. I continued hopping as best as I could to try and win. At this point, I was just about getting on the line with the really good hoppers. I also observed the environment surrounding me. We were all what now seems to be a huge racing stadium, though most of it being taken up by empty fields of grass and small buildings. There were also no barricades on the sides of the pillows, meaning there was no protection if any of us fell by accident.

After a while of hopping, I notice this girl hopping up next to me, seemingly trying to catch a glimpse of who I was. I spent little bit attention to this person until I took a quick stare at them and noticed who they were. It was Quynh, the same girl who went to piano class with me in high school and the same girl I thought a lot for three years. She was still wearing that same green sweater she'd almost always wear to school. Quynh and me were the only racers closer to the finish line.

Quynh wanted to win just as much as me. For a moment, I even noticed her trying to push me off the track because of her facial expressions she had while staring back at me. I did not intend to lose. If she pushed me, I thought, I'd have to counter it and make her fall off the pillows instead. Fortunately, she never did. Instead, the two of us were in first place, desperately trying to jump over a large gap from one large set of pillows to another.

When we finally reached the finale of the race track, both of us took a long hop over a bottom layer of grass floor. As me and Quynh were both making the jump, my only thoughts were, "I have to win!" We both landed on the set of pillows, seemingly at the same time. We both stopped ourselves from hitting the wall in front of us and took a moment to notice each other. I stared at Quynh and she was staring at me. What seemed to be an outrageously, long conflict between us, one that lasted for so long, it finally felt like we were on agreeing terms to give each other one more chance at friendship.

I do remember it starting completely no where on this deserted land. There was no signs of stores or utilities anywhere. All I was able to see was a few people, people who lived in the city. There was something interesting about this city. This city, although not having the appropriate places like stores, rest rooms, homes, it was a city just originating. It was kind of western was still felt like we were the first city the world.

There was this desert I was walking on. The hills to my right were pretty high. My left side had a river streaming all the way in to the ocean. The river looked cleaned and so did the river. There was something that scared me about it. I saw the river and it looked a little too deep. I often saw people jump in to it but nothing bad really happened to them. I was probably exaggerating.

After a few minutes of walking or so, we finally reached a stop. The place we stopped at was a luxurious home. That was my curiosity. What was a beautiful home doing in a place like this? It never occurred to me to be a dream.

This home, it had people in it, a lot of them. I looked at most of them as upper class only because there was security at the front glass doors. I walked in to the place and found things to chance differently. There were these people who were talking about dreams, or how scary it would be if one of us entered a deep sleep while paralyzed. I talked about my recent experiences in this place, not real ones but fake ones. I told one of the people my dream about Amnesia. I was stuck in a castle haunted my ghosts/demons. Falling asleep was the worst part only because I knew what I was going in to.

We talked about that for a while and often times I would see images of dark areas of the castle in Amnesia. After that, I walked upstairs of this nice home and found nothing for me upstairs. All I really saw after dream talking was people having a good time being at this place. There was nothing left for me here.

I walked back outside of this home and saw a person, a girl. She looked to be around her twenties but then again you'll never sure because a lot of teens now in days look like they're in their twenties. This woman wanted to talk to me but as she tried to, I was flying on the other side of the river and back using a tool like the one I use in Just Cause 2. Often times I would fall in the river and there was in fact one time when I encountered a sea creature in it. I accidentelly fell to the river floor and hurried my way back to shore. A few seconds after I reached the shore, I saw a white shark coming after me. It was a relief to have survived this possible attack.

After making my way back shore, I decided to ride a horse, or something like it. I was riding this horse up to the first area where the dream first started. There was something behind us. There was a pit bull, it didn't look to happy. As I was riding, the pit bull was attacking my horse. He killed it but I never collapsed to the ground. The pit bull then attacked me with its mouth. I felt its bites but they never really hurt me. I petted the dog and it seemed to have calmed down.

I made my way and got off the so called horse and walked with a few other groups of people. We walked to an area where something new had just happened. For some strange reason, we had just discovered something I already knew about. I forgot what it was. Everyone else felt excited about this new discovery. I did too. I felt really grateful that the discovery was able to help us living in a time when everything was harder to work with.

There was something about this group of people that caught my attention. This group of people, most of them were another race. Most of the people I hear from, they called them white. In this dream, it felt as if the white people thought they were better than everyone else. There was only one black person there, and me, not black but Hispanic. I always think of this. Especially when I go on a server that's filled with people who have the money to be able to buy donation features or have the time to play the game. But while I was in this area, no one seemed to had shown any form of hatred towards me.

After this experience, I walked back over to where I first seen a white shark and appeared in a huge area. This area was a bit strange, hard to describe but I remember watching my father go out with another woman, not his wife. I had no anger towards him and I even saw the woman doing stuff to him. I felt a little disgusted after I saw my father lying on that couch with no shirt on. I never saw them perform any sexual activity but it bothered me a little.