trapped in a world of game shows…

vivian:
i’m in / witnessing a series of weird survival game shows.

the first one doesn’t feel like a game show at all. i barely remember it but there was this crazy girl, very pale, with long black hair. i open the door and she’s standing there… hair isn’t draped over her face but it is framing her face. she threatens me. i feel scared.

at some point i call josh wu and talk about him to someone. not sure why exactly.

later i find myself trapped in a… hmmm… seven foot by seven foot cube. black walls, painted. but it’s like a toilet stall… there’s even a toilet, although it seems to only be a wooden toilet seat, and the base is nowhere to be found. the seat is propped on its side, against one of the walls. the bottom of the stall / cube is open, so i can see into the next stall / cube. someone comes in and uses the toilet next to me. it’s her boyfriend. i guess he’s pooping or something, cause he sat down on the toilet seat. i can’t see that, but i can see his feet.

while he’s in the next stall, i have SOMETHING — maybe a key??? — that i don’t want them discovering. i also have a metal belt with a lot of tassle-like things on it. it’s jingling around all over the place because for some reason i’m trying to hide the metal belt from them, under a piece of dark fabric. whereas before the metal belt made no sound, now it is jingling around all over the place. i’m not sure why i decided to do that. someone opens the door…

moving on… i’m in another game. it’s a survival game of sorts. it starts off like a ‘race’ kinda, where i get a head-start and then the enemies move in. so, i start, and i run towards a white picket fence that has enough space on its bottom for a person to crawl through. as i get to the fence, i hear voices saying that the game just started so i must be still by the fence. tanks drive by. i’m trying to hide under the fence while that’s happening — not sure that that’s particularly effective, really. i think i stop because it is ineffective. 😀

a bunch of people are running down this very green grassy hill… i guess they are threatening in some way. suddenly i have a mechanical pencil in my hand, which i use as a weapon, similar to how one would use a nail gun or staple gun. i click and mechanical pencil leads shoot out at the enemy. it’s really quite effective.

i’m not really aiming and am just running down the length of the fence, shooting leads at people. a little boy gets hit a couple times and complains to his mom (who is on my side of the fence) that if one of my leads hits him at a certain trajectory, i’ll kill him. mom lets me go as a result, because she doesn’t want me to keep hurting her kid. i run away.

there are two splinters in my hand, but they’re not like lead — they’re like fish bones… clear and whiteish. patrick fugit — at least, a better-looking patrick fugit (or maybe patrick fugit mixed with paul dano… but still, better-looking) — comes up to me as i’m running away and asks me for advice, related to shooting leads, i THINK. lenny asks who he is and what he’s doing.

now my view changes and i’m watching some guy play a game show. he starts off on the second story ledge of a building, and a big grey robot comes out of this giant door below him. while i’m watching this guy, i see a flashback of previous contestants, and now the dream is no longer photo-real… it looks animated or painted. one of the contestants is shimmying on the ledge to my right (his left), so that he can get to a bucket of water, which i presume he will then pour on the giant robot from above. another contestant (from flashback memory) does something else tricky… forget. then it goes back to the guy i’m watching in real life, and he is confused and without an idea of what to do. all of these contestants are dressed up like mini robots, by the way, or stereotypical ‘knights’ that kids dress up as when they’re pretending to be knights in the comics or something… they have like a tin pail or something on their heads. hahahaha.

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