The world we inhabited was a place where its users could shape it as they please. They had the freedom to create pockets of anything they wanted, and it would always find a way to mesh well with everyone else's creations. At a museum, we could enter doorways to various exhibits. I went here with my younger brother and his friend. One such exhibit was a large canyon. The entrance was located through a doorway in the hall. It first peered into a cave, a few people wandering around, before opening up further. Waterfalls flowing into lakes with paths running along their sides and backs with catwalks hanging from above. A place of beauty that people could consider their normal, and enjoy time in everyday. My brother's friend made a map that led to a room with four entrances. There was text all over the wall in the form of a word search. For each word you identified, one of the entrances would open. A dark hallway in a normal seeming house. A woman wraps around a corner screaming and wielding a knife. I was stabbed to death, but death isn't an issue here. A plane of white with red arrows pointing left and blue arrows pointing right. Frogs floated through the swampy water before a backdrop of trees. It emphasized the different degrees of expression people could use. I brought an excess of my possessions into the elevator with me. Pillows, blankets, beauty products, computer and phone equipment. The trip upwards allowed me to see the entire city. I was able to watch the sun set, rise, then set again. Before long I reached my floor, the elevator opening directly into the room. I met with two men on their computers, each taking up a side of the small room. I had to hold the elevator open and scoop my things out with my arms. I was worried about whether they would be mad or not with how much I brought to such a small room, so I left the pillows, blankets, and some chargers on the elevator. I guess it'll end up in lost and found, or someone will steal it. Who knows. Aren't places with such high standards of living as this very kind though? After getting settled, we talked together about MMOs and FromSoftware games. Upon returning to the lobby, I asked the teller how to make money to afford an apartment in this building. I wanted to be just like them. The tell gave a look as if to say, "...and why are you asking me?" She replied curtly that I could farm and sell yellow hazmat suits. That was the best method. We continued to hike through a steep forest of snow. There were seven of us in total, making up about half men and half women. Our goal coming out here was to find diamonds and other ores to trade for cash. While letting our guards down and taking a break at a rundown brick building, a polar bear appeared from behind the trees. It showed up abruptly and before anyone could say something, began to tear into one of my friends. Another of them grabbed the automatic rifle dangling by a strap from the chest of the one being mauled. While holding the rifle upside down and without taking time to adjust their aim, began to fire a stream of bullets first into their partner and then into the bear, in a spray moving upwards from the snow. Morning. Our van ran across a bridge painted in red and stretching over a floor which couldn't be seen. We parked in a dirt lot on the left-hand side of the road next to the nearby cliffside as the road turned to earth. On the opposite half, a school stretching upwards what seemed three floors judging by how many layers of windows there were, though the uppermost floor looked into a room as tall if not moreso than what it rested upon. Our group entered through the building, students sparsely scattered about at first, until we reached the cafeteria at the top where everyone resided. We were met with looks of timidness and a vague sense of fear. Upon closer inspection, there were aspects of the childrens' faces that looked porcelain in texture. Their hair shining and flowing with an awkward sense of weight to them. We exited through a door dropping into the back of the building where all of the pipework and various facilities lied. While waiting for one of my friends to descend, I took a breather to eat one of the pills in my pocket, though before I could do so another partner snagged it from my hand and popped it into their mouth. She gave a sly grin before jumping down and skipping the ladder. After climbing down, we reached the ground again. I wasn't paying attention to the rest of the group's conversation so much as thinking about the building, about the bridge, about the interactions. I thought to myself that I loved this world. I had a sense of being pulled out from my body and looking at it from a spectator's perspective. I suddenly felt really pumped up. I got the impression from bits and pieces of listening mixed with what I observed that this was a school for dolls, though it wasn't obvious what our job here was to do. One of the dolls, a girl I judged, came out around the corner from the side of the building. We looked at each other, and she mimicked the emotion I was feeling in that moment of being psyched up as if to read my mind. She began to run towards me and I began to run towards her, both of us shouting in joy. We began to hit one another, hardly using our fists and almost entirely using the length of our arms, clashing against one another and treating them like they were swords. It was a lot of fun. I tore her to pieces and all that was left were doll parts.