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I find myself outside a tall building, at its highest point obscured by the clouds above. My several companions and I walk towards the entrance confidently, but cautiously. As we get right outside the door, a piece of the building itself speaks to us in the voice of an old bitter woman and cackles.

"You'd better hurry, I'm coming for you!" She is the voice of the lava the building is sitting on! We rush in and realize the floor is bubbling and the room is filled with several tiers of yellow blocks. Immediately, my team and I start jumping around the room to search for the item we were sent there to retrieve. Somebody shouts they've found it, but lets it slip from her hands and fall to the bottom of the room. I instinctively dive for it, snag it, and continue my way up to the top of the building. It is a small, 8-bit Mario shaped eraser.

The room is now erupting from all corners with pillars of fires and I'm struggling more and more the climb the now "artificial rock-climbing" face of the walls. I finally get the level I need to be, where I meet eyes with another member of my team blocking my path to the right. Time freezes for a minute or so, though we're both still thinking clearly. Once things start moving again, I use all the strength I have left to climb over to the goal. I pull the eraser out of my pocket and place it in a small indent. It transforms into a a Princess Peach eraser.

All the danger subsides and glide to the bottom of the tower. My team is there to greet me, I we walk out together feeling like winners.

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I'm laying on my side beside a few friends and a television set. Next to the television there are several cases of nitrous oxide that seem to appear almost out of thin air. I grab one and so does my friend, pull the trigger, and inhale. We lock eyes. She's follows my every action. I now notice the dimness of my setting as I set the canister beside me and the gas leaks from its nozzle: a bland looking apartment building living room. There is a sense of bleak hopelessness, but not overwhelmingly and it's definitely comes with a drag of content. I warn my companions not to smoke or light a match while the gas is fogging the vision between us.

Suddenly, I get that feeling you get when your tooth is about to get pulled. Sure the giddy lightheadedness from the nitrous, but more so the overwhelming feeling of being strapped to a chair. There is a detached chattering in the back of my head. I realize I'm dreaming, only I'm still stuck. I realize after a moment of struggling that I'm stuck in a transitional state between waking and sleeping. The chatter is the sound of my professor's voice pulsating through my bedroom. I wake up, realizing what a failed attempt this was at laying in bed and still trying to pay attention to my online class.