had a dream I was playing a first person horror game but I was actually in the game and i had to find a bunch of books to put in the bathtub so I could get a weapon or some shit.
while looking for said books I found a copy of Spyro 3 and proceeded to declare my love for the game to my partner and stuck it in my purse, even though he told me it was wrong to steal.
I found enough books while my dumb ass partner was doping around not finding shit even though I had found a whole closet full of gross slimy books and a few decapitated heads.
I felt so proud of myself after getting the books.
the lady who had been guiding us told us directions to get through the house. my partner wrote them down on a sheet of paper.
then we were prompted to hide from an enemy or some shit, which caused me to get separated from my dipshit partner who had the god damn directions.
So then I remembered I had that gun from earlier but it wasn’t even a gun.
It was a fucking tube that when red, that meant it was ready to be used.
The ammo was little green balls, and to use it you had to blow into the other end as hard as you could.
I killed a rabid dog with it, despite it took a million fucking hits.
To really get a strong powerful shot you had to suck all the air out of the tube which was really fucking painful, and then let her rip.
soon I was faced with the final boss.
just some guy.
a normal guy who was a fucking asshole and all his co-workers hated him.
I guess he was the one behind it all, whatever it was, idfk.
so I hid behind boxes and debris throughout the house, trying to get my fucking weapon to work.
he had the same weapon, and for whatever reason, it was hard for him to hit me.
I killed him eventually, I think.
after that, something really gruesome happened so I won’t go into details.