I was at my church building, which is just like a house except a bit bigger. Someone's car was there and beside the car were some huge cats and dogs. This dream was from the perspective of this man in his twenties, btw. So there was this sort of "hunting party" consisting of my aunt, my sister and my brother. It was this sort of virtual reality kind of thing, except it was real. So while waiting for it to start we went over to the animals and let them lick our hands, then there was this strange salesman guy talking to my family over by their car about car hazards and when he lifted up the engine hood there was a cat there. It ran off and then the game started. Apparently we have to pay money in order to play and there were these enemies we had to kill. I don't remember much of the killing part, except that this was my first game and I thought I did pretty well. Back home looking at the scoreboard, my aunt said that I must have done very well because my sister (who was inexplicably named Caroline and reminded me of this other Caroline) was usually useless and she still got 16% from secondhand kills from me (which means she only got in a few blows and I did the rest of the work).

So we proceeded to the next level and there were lots of things about cats and money-counting in the middle which I can't recall at the moment. I was also digging around in my bag for something. Then we proceeded to the next level and I didn't go and I was watching the scenario on the screen, like the third-person omnescient perspective you always get in video games. There was this cell, a prisoner and a jailer. This small hooded girl came holding a blue orb of electricity (I watched the I Am Number Four trailer the night before and still didn't know what it was about, despite considering and dismissing buying the book three or four times) and handed it to the prisoner. The guy killed the jailer and sat back cackling as the girl locked him back in again. Then the hunting party came in and headed towards the prisoner despite noticing the jailer there on the floor. It was all a blur for a while, then I remember a scene where my aunt was telling my sister to go on without her in the typical melodramatic way, and my brother was dead there with his chest charred black (this was more of a narration in my head while half asleep). Thing is I just stood there and watched even though I could have gone and helped them. So everyone died, and the dream ended.

So much homework this weekend. pfffft.