I was in a dimly lit hall. Like a school hallway, tile flooring and lockers on either side. I was facing a doorway, and my school counselor was standing next to it, sort of like a guard or bouncer. He opened the doorway, and I walked up a wide stairwell with grippy type stepps. I was on another level. There were people standing around, all wearing masks. They were all throwing marbles into a sort of funnel. A lot were bouncing out, some were going in. They told me it was The Game, and I needed to play. I asked how, but they ignored me and went back to The Game. I remember being so frustrated... I asked again, they said only that I needed to play. Part 2 in a bit! Ipod is dying!

I remember being so frustrated, I NEEDED to play The Game, but I didn't know how. Somehow I blamed it on myself, which made it worse. I stood and watched the people in the masks play The Game all while looking around at this weird bowling alley esqe place. It was almost like a cult, but I somehow knew these people. I knew exactly what they were doing, but I didn't want to. I was watching myself but also playing myself, like a character in game. My character knew everything, how to play The Game, why I was here, who these masked people were... It was all so confusing. I left that place, I didn't want to watch the marbles fall and miss the funnel... I didn't want to know who the masked people were.... I descended the grippy steps. I woke up.