gamers i just had this crazy fucking dream and i need the world to know about it

As always make sure to follow my super duper best friend who says she'll start making bots at 110 followers. She's basically a clone of me so it'll be like DoubleTankin y'know

anyway

So at the start of the dream, I playing minecraft, I think. Completely normal, but I could feel some evil and fucked up shit happened. So I went into this valley and got jumped by these six (moving pngs of a ball, of a face, of spikes, of a pile of rocks, of a snowflake, and of a dead squirrel). After 18 minutes I get teleported to this room.

There are four objects and the room is like this weird lightning bolt shape. Also the objects are literally just flat pngs. Anyway, they were, as listed, a "knife", a "kife", a "kill", and a "box (700 gold)"

I picked knife and it sent me to a fucking roblox game with my grade school friend group. The main goal was to get to the top of some mountain I guess. They were acting all normal but I felt something was off, so I took my actual beloved best friend and we drove into this city. We stopped at a market, for stuff, and while I'm looking away, he gets hit by a car. He drops a reboot card, I pick that shit up, and I can hear him talking to me while I try to figure out how to get him back. After like, 18 minutes, the card disappears and I can't hear him anymore. A bunch of voices pop into my head talking about how I couldn't save him and how I can't do anything.

I get teleported back to that valley thing with the six pngs, and I have to kill them with a meteor hammer. After I annihilate them, I'm in the four object room again. I pick knife once more.

Now I'm in a car, with my family and my siblings' respective significant others. I am severely depressed at this point, and we go to this restaurant. My siblings' and their respective significant others seem to not know that I'm depressed and think I'm just being edgy so they keep mocking me, leading me to having a mental breakdown in the middle of the restaurant. The audio for this specific portion proceeded to play for the rest of dream.

Now I'm on the open road with my dead best friend. I tell him to drive me to the bottom of the ocean, which he does. I slowly walk down, take something out of my chest, and drop it down. Through the perspective of this thing, I see that my options are " " (which is apparently a slur for jews which I didn't even know until twenty minutes ago), "die", "angel", "money", "booty", "oil". I picked for some reason.

I'm in the valley again with the six fucked up pngs. I forgot to mention, but this section looks and plays like old doom. Instead of the meteor hammer, I have a bunch of random objects in my inventory that apparently serve as weapons. I kill the pngs again, and now I'm at an airport with my parents.

For some reason, my parents have way more luggage than they ever typically bring whenever I've went somewhere with them. Like, the amount of luggage you'd bring if you were moving to another country. Anyways, I tell them to stop so I can use the bathroom, and they don't acknowledge me so much as they just seem to get frozen in the general vicinity of the bathroom.

The moment I walk into a stall, I get sent to the four object room. This time, I pick kife and am forced to watch this cartoon about these three creatures who run a theater with their adopted dad, and a business lady wants to take over or something. Everyone acts normal, but the youngest creature seems absolutely convinced that the father was meant to die at some point. Everyone ignores him and after about 18 minutes, the show ends.

Now it's fucking Lego Ninjago, and it's this weird mystery where one of the ninjas had their stuff stolen and the episode is about finding who stole it. In the dream, I look up both the previous show and this Ninjago episode, and yet neither of them actually exist apparently.

After 18 minutes, I have to kill the six pngs. This time, there's audio playing in the sky about how "18 minutes/hours (i dont remember which) is probably the best game of all time. Crazy story, addicting gameplay, cheap as hell. Guaranteed 18 minutes of your time."

After killing everything, I'm in the airport bathroom from before. There's this other guy who seems confused by me opening the stall door, and equally confused by me turning on the faucet. I go back to my parents, and time freezes the moment I get close to them.

I'm in the object room, I go to the box and check my gold. 200, huh. I pick kife. I kill the six pngs.

Now I'm following my parents through a mall I don't recognize. They're going to stores they "think planttankin would like", and they keep carrying around the bag I use in real life. Every time I try to touch or talk to them, they don't notice. Nobody else seems to notice me.

Kill the six pngs. Object room, consider picking the kill option but I pick kife again. Kill pngs, kife, kill pngs, kife, kill pngs, kife.

Randomly within the object room, I feel an endless need to just pick kill. The moment I do, I finally lose to the six pngs, and I woke up.

Other detail I had no time to mention

I had apparently recorded the entirety of the restaurant incident. So at random points during the dream, I would have to spend 18 minutes re-experiencing that whole thing all over again.

Theory time baby

Okay gamers, I'm analyzing my own damn dream because I have nothing better to do. I am pretty sure this whole story was about me losing my will to live. My apparent form of escapism (minecraft) is corrupted, my childhood friendships are lost (leaving the grade school group, my best friend fucking dying the moment I try to do something even remotely responsible). Those seem to make dream me severely depressed, which isn't helped by being reminded that I'm the only one who's still single in my family at that fucking restaurant. I think immediately after that, I killed myself, which was how I was able to drive with my best friend to the ocean. I'm guessing this is like the afterlife, and the "thing" I dropped down the ocean was my soul, which proceeded to ignore the chance to move on (die, angel), receive recompense (money, treasure), or even be turned into something else (oil). It just used its last chance to stay bitter and linger (the fucking slur).

So at this point, I think I am taking the perspective of both my soul, my body, and my mind as separate entities. The body is stuck in that valley, the soul is at the bottom of the ocean with the four objects, and my mind is stuck as a ghost with my parents. The body is forced to fight forever, with no end in sight. The soul has to continuously choose between four meaningless objects. The mind has to watch as I become a memory. My parents must've moved to another country after their other two children seemed to cause the third to kill himself. They're still thinking of me (the mall) and carrying my things (my bag), but my mind realizes that I'm not around anymore. The soul realized there was no rest for any of them when it checked the 700 gold box, which was probably a coffin. The mind had to watch two shows where something was missing (the father was supposed to die, the weapons were lost), and he couldn't make sense of what was gone (neither episode apparently existed). So the mind slowly stopped thinking, the soul chose kill instead of prolonging the useless options anymore, and the body finally lost to the six pngs.

I do not know what the the point of the six pngs was. I don't even know if I remember them properly. The only ones I know for sure were the ball, the rocks, and the snowflake. And I don't know why the number 18 was so fucking important