memorable

I copied this one from the IRC because I didn't want to type it twice. I will dump all my other unsorted dream fragments in here later on.

[08:56] <rockonguy> Alright
[08:57] <rockonguy> I'll try to make it a bit more story like and fill in the weird gaps
[08:57] <guitar^man> Use bigger words.
[08:57] <guitar^man> Stories are nothing without big words.
[08:57] <rockonguy> I was standing in a huge circle, made out of people. There was tension in the air, for everyone knew something was going on. And then the buzzer sounded.
The circular white room full of people suddenly emptied as everyone dashed off into a couple of hallways. The main room didn't have to be left, but your life wasn't safe in there.
Then I realized: I was in a modern-day version of the Hunger Games.
I was only one of the couple of people left in the center room of this huge building made out of a network of obstacle courses.

The small laser pointer around my wrist only glowed a bright red in that basic room. It was a tool for killing, but it was not effective. It would only work through somebody's skull, and slowly too.
Nobody liked a scumbag that killed the other competitors, but yet I managed to use that laser to kill somebody.
Then I see my friend. We have always teamed up in life, and we manage to do the same here. As we also take off for the run, people aim that laser thing at me because I had just killed one dude.
We duck and storm through the many obstacle courses. We use some teamwork to get past the guards and competitors. Suddenly we halt, because we have reached an elevator. Some people join us and everything is quiet as we slowly head down the shaft. When the doors open everyone rushes back out, slaughtering as they go.
We head for the hallway on the side, and approach a dim green room. A poker room. One of the guys in my class I kind of dislike is in there too. We join the game and play a few cards. I can't recall how it worked, but at the time I knew all too well.
We play a round. The guy I dislike lost. Everyone knew that you would be taken away if you lost two games. Everyone knew that being taken away meant certain death. And everyone knew anyone could have cards that would give you that last loss.
My friend played a card that allowed him to steal one of mine. I thought he had betrayed me, but he used it to get that guy out of the game. That's when the guy taken away and the dream collapsed.