We were lying in bed while gaming and taking turns on a single player but you started and hadn’t failed so I was stuck watching and play fighting and asking for the controller. You’d gotten to some levels I’d never seen before and I asked how since I’d completed the game and unlocked *almost* everything. You said you knew some codes and gave it what it wanted. While cuddled up I’d go from watching in disbelief to turning over and trying to steal the controller.
The room was dim and I was alone. There was a large Tokyopop poster on the wall and in the middle of the room a bed, with an old brassy metal frame, when I lifted the blanket I saw a couple holes in the mattress that looked like they were from nails scratching through. Maybe from nightmares. This phone in a thick case chimed but I couldn’t swipe and get in. I looked at the other side and saw a little screen scrolling names and some pictures, I wasn’t sure if these were authorized users or previously successful logins.
I walked through this station trying to make my way through this mess of people while holding onto this melting truffle in my hand and got some chocolate on my white dress. My fingers were covered in chocolate. I made it inside through a hall where I saw some familiar people and kept walking down the hall. There was food catered in the hallway, a bunch of pizza, random stuff, some guy went and grabbed this rack with a row of three tacos on them. Everything seemed suspicious. Like nothing is free, and if you aren’t paying for anything you are the product. I had been here previously in the dream but it’s fuzzy. Then I left and walked around, eventually walking up the steps in another building and sat in a row. More girls came in, then left. it was apparently a shuttle and it had been dark out but now there was sunlight. I walked out and saw a crowd of people to the right in costumes for a celebration. They were elaborate like the elite in Hunger Games, and it was everyone, like some lie that everyone was on the same playing field.
I kept walking to the side to avoid being seen and went towards home, or what had been designated as such, with the intention of passing it and getting over the wall with the picture, like a decal or wall wrapping, of a marina like in San Diego with a yacht (the colors were off). This other girl and I were going to try and get out, she looked a lot like Alice Braga. We listened to the person with the mic speaking to the crowd we just passed apologizing that due to some circumstance they were canceling / postponing carnival again but were getting to a point to say they were going to do it today anyway. We looked at each other and started running for the wall. It felt like it was so close but too far, and I could hear her breathing. I stopped when she did, grabbed her hand, and we kept running. That’s when we knew instead of being strangers or just being in it for oneself, we didn’t just have a common goal, we were in it together. She collapsed and I told her come on, we were almost there. Then she explained it was her lungs, they were gone because of her grandma, and did some hand gesture and mumbled something about this place and plastic surgery. My heart dropped. I wasn’t sure if it was a bad trade or if she had something mechanical that was failing. I wondered for a second if there was nothing there but that was impossible. How could they do this to her? I held her by the walls to the outside world while she was dying and woke up.