purplepearl678

Like usual, my dream was overly saturated in color.

I went to a five-star hotel room with a few friends who I don't know in real life. The hotel room had tan walls and grey-ish carpet. There was a television on the wall and two queen sized beds with orange-ish comforters on them.

We got bored of just sitting around, so we decided to go outside and look around the hotel. Somehow, the cartel followed us to the hotel and wanted to kill us for whatever reason. They began to shoot, but luckily I brought a bed sheet, which shielded us. I was extremely scared and thought I was going to die.

A notification popped up on the dream which told me there were over 800 people shooting at us. I snuck out from under the blanket and dodged all the bullets. I ran back into our room and found a secret closet that lead to the main lobby. I ran to it and went to inform the manager to call the police.

He didn't so I ran outside and found out I was in NYC even though it looked nothing like it, more like NYC combined with a big medieval town. I ran across a bridge and found a guy crying. He was crying because his amusement park got shut down. Someone else came out and said that's what he deserved for trying to be his competition (he had an amusement park also).