I was at my grandparents' house, a typical location to start my dream.
I played a death game with a group of boys on a single screen.
Rules are simple, you spin the bottle, and whoever the bottle lands on has to play a challenge presented on the screen.
It was fun for obvious reasons.
I watched as people fell off of the roof and get shot to death by provided guns.
It was my turn at some point, and I ended up passing out because of the game I was given.
I drowned.
But I woke up so it was all good.
Boys envied me and asked me to do two pull-ups (which I did at ease). They praised me and treated me like a god after that.
I befriended one of them, I don't remember his name so I'll name him Percy.
Percy was a bitch and tried to kill me multiple times, I did the same to him in response and that's how we became best friends.
In the end, I punctured two adults with a spear I was given and fled leaving Percy burning in the house.
I woke up.
