So I had another dream yesterday, this one was creepy because It had a huge sense of deja vu... It was a dream leaning a little more on the nightmare side.

Well, the dream starts off with me and one of my buddies were talking, leaning against the side of a blue car. It was night. I notice a pair of headlights up the road coming towards us, and I urged my friend to get back. We jumped over the bonnet of the car and this huge truck collides with a whole bunch of traffic on the road. We were unscathed and I had a huge sense of relief. Then I saw it, a ghastly figure appears ushering a whole load of people with him, and I shouted at him desperately "Oh fuck off! We survived that! You can't take us, we're still alive!". He looked at us and scowled, "You know the rules." he said lazily. Death had cheated us.

We had no choice but to follow him, and I knew what awaited us. I had been here before, I was certain of it. I survived the first time, but I knew, that my chances of beating it a second time were extremely minimal. He lined us up and rostered us one at a time and gave us rather plain looking grey jumpsuits, Once each person had their clothes on, he gave them, one at a time, what looked like a receipt, some paper which I recall contained all our body information. He stapled the receipt to their chest, and the folded papers to the shin, and sent us one at a time into the dark thresh hold that lay beyond.

I, naturally given my reluctance to face this experience yet again, fumbled endlessly with my clothes and got side tracked by an odd scene of a war involving sailors and seals. Once I regained my focus, I walked over to the impatient ghastly figure who then took the liberty of stapling the receipt to my chest and then handed me the forms and the stapler to do my last. He then scowled, turned face and walked into the abyss, following everyone else. I felt lonely here, and I knelt down to try and tuck the the papers into my pants, but they were loose and (now) crumpled up and messy. So I bit my lip, lined the forms and the stapler and slowly, timidly punctured the flesh. I could feel it, and it was painful (isn't implied pain supposed to end dreams? D:). The pain numbed down and I walked hastily through the abyss, where I found the last section, that I was dreading... A line of 5 people, standing in front of what looked like an exposed sewerage pipe, the one at the front armed with a shotgun. We were down to only 5? How many people couldn't I save? I told them all desperately, "Listen to me, if you want even a chance to survive this, remember: Press shift to run." (HAHA I had a call of duty reference in my dream..) The one at the front, armed with a shotgun, turned around and nodded. "Yeah... I know. He got me the first time.."

At this I was surprised. Last time, there were no second chances... I watched he bravely enter the pipe, her shotgun armed and ready as she disappeared into the engulfing darkness that lay beneath. Not even minutes later, after she went in, the next person in the queue was given a bloodied shotgun and instructed to enter the pipe. She didn't win... I trembled, and time seemed to accelerate until I was the only one left, with the ghastly usher beside me standing impatiently. My hands were suddenly filled with the smooth metal and wood of the shotgun. It was my best defence to what lay beneath, and thankfully... Seemed never to run out of cartridges.

I walked... Into the pipe. I never looked back, I focused only on what was ahead, knowing damn well that a untimed glance could spell the end to my return to the living. Suddenly my chest was pulled in. Far in. Shotgun gripped in my hands, until I saw him, under the dimly lit light... That face, I'd seen it before. Far before in my nightmares. He had the appearance of a child, with light brown buzzcut hair, and blue eyes. I was face to face with "Death" once again. He spared no time, and neither did I. I leaped backwards. He called after me "This time, you'll be mine" he said, in that haunting, child voice. I let loose my first barrel of fire upon him, his skin rippling like it's been hit with airsoft pellets. It didn't look like much, but injuring death is no easy feat for a mortal weapon. He slouched forward and I knew what was coming, dashing into one of the safety sideways as a sudden shockwave rippled the skin at my cheek as it dashes past me.

No more time to be wasted, I lunged back into the main tunnel and strafing sideways, back through the pipeline, riddled the childish figure with shots, evading shockwaves down the hall. I was lucky, a well timed leap managed to evade a ripple of dust that flowed beneath my feet, as Death sent out a wave along the floor. This was new... Shot after shot, pump after pump, dashing to the sides and jumping... It was exhausting, but finally, death was bleeding. But.. Of course... Death loved his games.

He suddenly zoomed up right behind me, my shotgun slipping through my fingers as I stumble backwards in a panic. He grabbed my side with one of his deathly grips, and with a smile, raised an open hand into the air above him. In my fear and frenzy, I had forgotten what I needed to do.. I sent a fist at the palm of his hand as it was thrown towards my face, driving his hand back with a following push and smack to his face with my free arm. Death winced and scowled at me. "You can't get away from me. Not this time.." And he repeated the attack. I could feel that heatwave breath from him run over me. I parried his hand and smacked him across the face again. My heart was racing, I could lose this round at any second... Death flew into a rage and pushed his face up to mine, my eyes widening in terror, twitching and pushing whatever I could away from my body.

-- In this panic I woke up... x3; But I woke with the feeling of Deja vu... As if I had had that dream before, or if I really did cheat death IRL a long time ago, and won my life back. I remember, I had even recalled memories of my first survival... Even if I had won that round, Death isn't known for being fair... He required the survival of 6 full rounds, and each time he'd be more furious for you returning. Very similar story arc to an anime called 'Gantz' in hindsight. But I wasn't even supposed to be there in the second round. I was still alive, I had survived, but I was pulled into the games anyway. Once you are able to see the ghastly figure, you're pulled into the game.

This is the second of two nightmares I've had this week. The first nightmare was too horrible to post, and I've forgotten major parts of it. :<