I, along with a group of people, mostly teens and kids, had been taken in by this group of strange people. Apparently, these guys had this big evil plan that involved using us for something. In order to do that, they had to control us, so they pretended everything was okay, and that we'd be happy in this place we were now living in. I'm not sure how I knew it was just a big trick, but I knew it was. We are currently in a small house near a camping area. Everyone has big smiles and seems really happy that we are here. They are explaining how things will work. I see M., from work, is here. She has clearly figured everything out, too. I stare at her and arch my eyebrows. She stares back - she understood. We had to do something and beat them, or escape. I remember even making a reference to that 1984 book.

Still, things wouldn't go as easy as we wanted. These people weren't exactly normal. They had powers. So we knew we couldn't speak about certain things or they would find out. We couldn't do certain things, or they'd find out. I could see a certain nervousness among them when we approached certain subjects. Still, they pretended nothing was wrong. They had to keep their ruse going. The worst part of their powers was that they could apparently bend the reality in certain ways, although this power seemed limited. After some really awkward time of pretending we didn't know, I figured I'd try something out:

They had us living in these small houses here, but it was temporary. I was brushing my teeth, but I pretended not to know where I could find a sink. (Apparently I somehow used one, but then couldn't find it, so it wasn't a total lie) I walk back to the house they introduced themselves before and see some of them talking. They look surprised, almost shocked to see me. It's really awkward as they ask what I was doing there, almost panicking. I pretend nothing's wrong and, still brushing my teeth, I ask them were I can find bathroom sink. They took some seconds staring at me, apparently wondering if I was up to something, and I did my best to look innocent. They seemed to fall for it, as a woman led me to a nearby door.

We open it and it's a closet door. She asks me to close it, then concentrates, apparently bending the reality behind it. We open it again and it didn't change. She stares at me, unsure if that was my doing (as far as I could tell, it wasn't me), then tries again. We open it and the internal area is suddenly large, with a sink, mirror and others. I finish brushing my teeth and leave.

The dream then either changed or I lost some recall, because now I was in a somewhat different situation. Again, I was with a group of people, though I'm not sure if they were the same from the previous part (I'm inclined to say they weren't, as they were mostly younger than me, and now there were some older ones). We were in this really hostile area, where we weren't safe. We had to stay together to survive. Things here didn't work quite normally, though. We were in a place where reality wasn't quite as real as it should, so things could something turn into bizarre things or even disappear - and we were aware of it. There were some fights and some stuff I don't recall really well now.

The first thing I remember clearly is fighting this small guy. It was a teenager with a bad attitude: little thin, short guy with slightly long hair. He was caught trying to do something bad, and we knew he was one of the "others", thus a dangerous person. It's not like we were jumping to conclusions - he was trying to mess up with something, and we had to stop him. I was much taller and stronger than him, so it wasn't really a problem. I punch him square on the side of his head, and he's sent rolling back. I walk over and pull him by his shirt and clobber him repeatedly. He can't even fight back, but I was worried - something wasn't right. He kept eyeing me evilly, but wouldn't fight, and though I was hitting him hard, he didn't seem to be much affected by the beating.

One thing I forgot to tell is that we were in this underground industrial place. Steel walls and floors, ladders and stairs. There were at least two floors, though I don't know much else about the place. I beat the guy repeatedly, until we were near a staircase. I throw him rolling down the stairs. He stops in the middle of the way, as the stairs stop and continue to a side on another direction. I walk over before he can get up and throw him down to the floor below (at least 2 or 3 meters below). He crashes down, but again doesn't seem to be really hurt. I get down there and continue to beat him. I notice a wooden chair nearby and turn to grab it. He was just getting up when I turn and smash it against his head. Discarding it, I walk towards him as he was sent backwards again on the last blow. I catch a glimpse of a rocket launcher on the floor, but decide to leave it there for the moment.

The boy was on the floor. I walk over and sit on his chest, holding his arms with my knees and legs. I start beating his head alternating both hands. Sure, he's got some small bruises, but something's really up... he's strange... Suddenly I understand why he's taken such a beaten with almost no harm: his face starts to change into a wolf's... he was a werewolf! That's why he was so dangerous and could take so much harm! I beat the wolf face as it's transforming, then jump back - things could get dangerous, so I'd shoot him with the rocket launcher! However, things started to change again. The metal walls and ceiling disappeared. i was no longer inside a closed area, but really in a canyon-like desert place. I couldn't see most of the distance, as it was covered by a white fog. The sky couldn't be seen either, so I was surrounded by whiteness. The ground was now rock and sand, too.

Still, the wolfman was still there, though not exactly in the way I expected. I look at him and he is getting up, but now he looks like a child's drawing. It was like someone animated a strange sketch a child had done with their crayons. I grab the rocket launcher and point it at him - I knew what was going on: in this strange place we were, things didn't last too long unless you were touching them. As I got away from the wolf, it started to cease to exist. Still, I didn't want him to go, because that would mean he'd possible still be alive somewhere. However, I didn't even have time to shoot him - he disappears into a small pillar of light with swirling bronze-colored particles. I turn around - I had to get out of here. I suddenly realize I ha a gun before, but, as in some videogames, grabbing the rocket launcher meant I'd leave my gun behind. I was a little unsure of what to do - sure, the rocket launcher meant more firepower, but I only had 3 rockets.

As I'm walking back, the fog is mostly gone. I can see the sky and more of the distance. There's a rock wall several meters to my left. Two fighters wielding machetes see me (they are characters from the X-Men Origins: Wolverine game), I ponder about shooting them, but decide against it for now. I continue heading forward, but notice the canyon's coming to a cliff. I hear a noise and see this strange airship approaching. It looked like a pointy airplane/jet. I point the rocket launcher at it, but instead of attacking it just stops by the end of the cliff and opens it's hatch. I run and enter it before the machete fighters can reach me. I find that I can pilot it, and I use it to escape. The view now turns into an old-fashioned shooter game. I somehow have trouble seeing what's going on, but manage to "play" by using the rocket launcher, then later a gun that was part of the plane.