Murder Mayhem

I played a game once called Murder Mayhem, a video game in which 16 people play and one of them is randomly selected to be the murderer and one is randomly selected as detective. The rest of us are bystanders, the goal of the game is for the murderer to kill everyone without getting caught. Mind you, the bystanders must search for five emeralds so that they may receive a weapon to defend themselves.

In this dream we were in the game, by we I mean my old best friends and my current best friend. My old best friends, Alex and Luis were running towards Sal (my current best friend) and I. We all huddled up only to find out that there weren’t any other people in the game so one of us, was the murderer.

That’s when it happened, Alex drew a knife out and stabbed Luis in the neck, Sal and I, without weapons freaked out so we ran. He started picking up the emeralds we found on the grass. Soon enough a weapon spawned in his hand.

Then we ran through a portal and landed in my grandmothers dark four story home. Then they were both after me, that’s not how the game works but dreams will be dreams. I locked myself in a bathroom and they were both knocking on it then they were trying to bust the grand oak wooden door to the floor.

It was like a scene from the shining when they started breaking through the door little by little. Sal busts in and screams “Ha” and Alex stabs Sal in the neck with a transparent plastic knife. The blood splattered all over the mirror to my right. Sal’s body dropped to the white tile on the floor and painted it in seconds with blood.

Alex jumped over Sal, he lifted up his hand to stab me and I used a Jiu Jitsu move to break his shoulder and the knife dropped. He proceeded to punch me so that a tooth fell out. I grabbed the side of his face and smashed it against the glass, grabbed a piece of the glass and woke up when I was about to slam the piece of glass through his skin and into his heart.

Then I went back asleep and looked at my hands and saw it, clear as day, blood, red hands. But whose blood is in my hands.

-Daniel S.

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