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.

Fight Club

This is a story about…me. After I fell into the deep abyss that most of us know as sleep I woke up in a new world. I was standing with two buddies, I knew who they were when I woke up but I couldn’t tell you who they were now so we can call them Jim and Ben. Jim was strong and Ben was big but pretty dumb. We walked in the clouds, literally, until we hit a staircase and start to descend into God’s green Earth.

I couldn’t tell you what happened between walking down from heaven and respawning in an octagon like those we see on TV when men in tights, that cover a whopping 1% of their body, fight to become the Ultimate Fighting Champion. It was Jim, Ben and I. Jim and I were going at it pretty hard. I’ve been taking some Brazilian Jiu Jitsu lately so I could hold my own. Ben just stood there like a giant statue refusing to move with the passing of time.

There was a lot of blood as Jim and I exchanged blows. Fists, elbows, kicks, we were both proud owners of a brand new deformed face painted with the most expensive color. Somehow Jim got me to the ground and had an upper hand then I looked at Ben and suddenly saw this fight scene from my own eyes. Turns out I was not the third man, I was not the man who was fighting Jim. Now I was inside Ben and I controlled his body. The third man that I presumed I was before will now be named Matt.

Standing in Ben’s huge body I felt a strength I hadn’t felt before in Matt’s body. Immediately I felt the need to help Matt so I pulled my arm back ready to deliver a powerful and unexpected blow. Then I looked into Matt’s eyes and I suddenly shifted into Matt’s body. Ben must have been confused and when he tried to pull his punch it ended up landing directly on me.

Lights out.

-Danny S.