dream i had


                                            My dream started with me specifically watching something on Youtube about a horror game, one that I haven’t seen in a very long time (it had no name in my dream) and I remember feeling pretty nostalgic for this specific game. I decided to boot it up and play it.

                                            Something jogged my memory and I remembered that there was an easter egg in the game. If any of you have played the Stanley Parable, do you remember the ending where you can just not leave the office, and the narrator will berate you and heavily imply that you died in that office pressing buttons? This was a similar idea.

                                            Basically in my dream, I moved some object out of the way in the spawn room (it was like some unfurnished studio apartment), used it as a ladder to climb through a vent that you’re not really supposed to access, and it leaves you out of the game.

                                            Once you exited the other side of the vent, the screen goes black, and then a male voice starts speaking.


                                            >"I left. I had a bad feeling about it, almost like thousands of people never turned around, and then never came back home. Thousands of lost souls trapped forever. It shook me to my core."

                                            >"It really made me cherish just what I had in life. I loved my family, I loved my friends, and I loved my neighbors."

                                            >"But even before them, I loved to bake. Cookies, to be specific. Simple, delicious, and tons of flavors.”

                                            >"It was custom to frost your cookies where I come from. Pink, white, red, doesn't matter. It's what made them complete. It's a bit overkill, but it stuck with me."

                                            >"But I never frosted my cookies. Not since I left. I realized that I wanted to remind myself that this life isn't perfect, and not everything is the best it can be. I want to remember that every moment is precious, and it can always be worse."

                                            >"I am extremely lucky for what I have, the friends I have, the life I have. I never want to take that for granted again."

                                            >As the last line is said, a plate of cookies sitting on a coffee table in front of a couch fades into view

                                            >In the background, on and around the couch, you can see a fast-forward of someone’s life

                                            >They were a pony for some reason. Light green coat, darker green mane, and also male.

                                            >There would be big jumps in time, you can see this pony growing and living out his life

                                            >Every time a new chapter in their life begins, a cookie disappears from the plate

                                            >So much flashes so fast, but you can see it all

                                            >Relationships coming and going, family visiting, arguments, fun times, sad times, depression, anger, jubilation.

                                            >Every event, a cookie would disappear.

                                            >Until one remains. The lights are off in the living room where this all took place, nobody in sight, no noise.

                                            >Then it cuts to black


                                            I really can’t describe it but there was something about how cinematic my mind made everything that absolutely fucking wrecked me when I woke up, and then again typing it all out. I’m still getting teary-eyed a month after having this dream.