Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am in some sort of store that sells video games. I look at a shelf and there are
all the major systems. I look through these for a while and run into my friend Kyle.
I say hi and suddenly a bunch of other kids our age start throwing rubber balls at us
and we start playing dodgeball. After a short game, the dream snaps to my yard by
our shed. Kyle is still with me and my Dad is there as well. I look up into the woods
and see an Antman from Dungeon Master Java.

I look down on the ground and see its spiked club. I pick it up and throw it at the
monster. The dream ends before it hits.