I know I'm dreaming. I wake up once or twice, but I promptly go back to dreaming. I want to see what happens. I want to tell my dream how it ends.
I dream I'm playing Counter-Strike. That was to be expected, I guess, I've been doing nothing but playing CS: GO every opportunity I get. The reason? A tournament. I'm downloading a new map. I like the new map. But then, the lines between my computer screen and my vision blur. I'm staring at the screen. Then I'm inside the screen. I'm a bunch of pixels in a moment, which feels like an eternity.
I'm with another counter-terrorist (opponents to the terrorists, who are the two main teams in this online multiplayer game), trying hard to keep in the shadows and get up a spiral staircase, all while looking up. I suddenly realise I'm in a lighthouse. I realise after the dream, that I was subconsciously telling my dream that I'm in Alan Wake's world. Alan Wake is a psychological-thriller-horror kind of videogame.
The dream shifts again, a huge darkness, now in the shape of a formless giant, swoops down on us and destroys the staircase. I'm now in a building. With no staircase. I don't know what I'm doing here. I look around. My dream is fuzzy, I don't seem to remember my purpose here. I come out. I get a sense of deja-vu, perhaps it's the dream replaying stuff. I feel an evilness all around me. I see no lights, apart from a kind of café a little distance away. I run toward it. I enter. I get some food. I eat. I get up to pay, and the person at the counter frowns. She says I've taken too much. She says something about theft. I run. The light dims. The dream changes again. I'm on a motor-powered boat. Along with someone I can't quite see. But I know that someone is a friend. I know. I try desperately to manoeuvre the boat away from a whirlpool, centred at the lighthouse. The map I downloaded. It is engulfed in darkness. There is a giant shape... emanating from the lighthouse, somehow. Darkness oozing out.
I look back. I am struck down. I see a... a... thing taking my friend. I cry out. I wake up. I go to sleep again. I need to know what happens next. I see my boat, along with me, hurtling towards the now irrevocably dark lighthouse. There is no escape. The darkness consumes me. No, it changes me. I am the darkness now.
I wake up. It's evening. I've been sleeping for a long time.
