D1

Dream. A reality game where I run through narrow streets that lead to entrances to tall buildings' doors or stairs. At first it seemed it was running marathon. There were three of us at the beginning. Simple rules: don't get lost, make some rounds around the buildings, get back to the running lane.

Only, I got lost.

See, the streets were so narrow only one man at a time could walk through them, and most of them looked the same. Bleak yellow colour of the streets adulterated with even bleaker blue colour of the buildings, as if the surrounding world was indie game developer's final project. I think the buildings were made of clay. The scary part is, the streets were a series of intertwined mobius strips. No wonder I got lost and was running in circles. After some futile attempts at finding the exit out of this maze, I briefly stopped to look closer what's inside the buildings. Some had doors but most didn't. Instinctively, I always made a turn to the right inside these mobius strips because I remembered the route as I first entered the streets. I looked to my left. There was a window-like square hole in the wall at the bottom of one building. I crouched and came closer to look inside. The room (or the basement) resembled 18th century smithery. Before I could examine the room, I saw a little boy appear out of the air and run towards the gate that I couldn't spot at the first glance. Simultaneously, I heard voices and approaching steps behind me. Fueled with the fear of the unknown and possible danger, I fell into the basement backwardly, as if when I turned my head to see who was comming to me, the ground where my feet were had dissapeared. I, myself, wasn't moving at all. Luckily, the developer made sure that I didn't feel any pain. 

Apart from sun's bright light peeking through the old medieval wooden gate, a portcullis, the room was grey. A ship's wheel was hanging on the wall. At that moment I questioned myself, when on earth was I? Before I could think about it, another calamity had occurred. Things were pretty much on the run down here, as if someone didn't want me to question things. That much I'd figured out.

From the right side a headless figure came in, walking unsteadily. With its back to me, and hands trying to reach something in the air, I deduced poor creature could not navigate properly. It was a woman's body, and she or it wore only undergarments: bra and knickers.

Before I realised it, I was a wielding a hatchet at her. I didn't know I had one. I didn't know why I was doing it. This world manages to give you heebie-jeebies even when you know the place itself is not working under any known logical law.

When I see that no harm is being done by the hatchet, I start  clenching and unclenching my fingers at her. Surely enough orange sparkles rush out of the tips of my fingers and hit her. I now was a wizard runner.

Abrupt dream end.