Insane feels better than hot chocolate

I had a dream, felt very real because I wet my pants when I woke up. I was profusely sweating and breathing loudly holding my forehead. 

The dream was more like a simulation where there were a lot participants, the funny part is that no one knew their roles that they were about to play but only when they occupied a body they knew, the bodies were associated with the past 'lived' experiences that participants had before, and we were categorised based on the colours that we preferred or liked, more like our favourite colours. Now, this particular dream simulation incorporated participants, to be precise the participants were placed into a group of 4, who were all trying to survive in different world maps and each world map happened to have a specific colour dominance, so let's say if it was green forest then the one with the colour green preference would have advantage over others and they would receive benefits, it was a extermination game sort of, nothing gore but excruciatingly stressful because participant were being hunted as each group had some specific quirk  I happen to be this one dude name 'Don Haro' who was always searching for his best friend but turns out that the moment I find out my best friend he would not be 'it', the so called best friend. I die before moving to the next simulation, knowing that my best friend constructed my death more like strategised the whole narrative and knew what he was doing. This continued throughout different simulations and terrains, every time my death would be through this best friend turning out to be a real antagonist. Successfully plotting my death by setting up creative traps, all black in colour for example the moments I found him somewhere he would say ' Oh, I'm scared and I missed you so much' and then he would take out a black hammer make it 4x magnified and squash me like a cockroach. The only way for me to win was to make unexpected moves and be unreadable, contradictory to what friends usually do, somehow I realised the pattern and got to know what was happening, and then the whole simulation started shaking and participants started malfunctioning and then they combined together into some sort of a creature with circular coloured dots searching for me, all I had was a pencil with a sharp tip, I asked myself to run but I ended up throwing the pencil at the abomination who was chasing me, and then there was an explosion, boom pow cow slow down, I was running and running and then I fell from my bed. 

I'm typing these based on what I could reminiscence, there were a lot more details but I'm sharing this because this was something very cool and nice for me, worthy of being written down, for me at least. I have bizarre dreams often but I never write them down because they never let me go, partially because I don't want it to end. I'm not happy but satisfied because I consider it as a therapy to cure my sanity, I prefer Insanity because it makes my mind happy if not me. 

Konichiwa from the dream, I took my laptop there not the charger though.

Best Wishes
Gaurav Shrestha
Lots of Love
XOXO