It started out good, with me and some friends attending some sort of late night carnival. There was a huge ferris wheel that we were riding, and my shoulder was fine - so I was doing stupid things like hanging off the side of the bucket and making the ferris wheel go so fast that I could actually spin upside down as I reached the top. (Difficult to explain... think centrifuge)
After doing a few spins I did end up hurting my shoulder, so I hobbled off the ride and made my way to a dark building as it started to rain. The town around this carnival seemed to be abandoned, and the water was rising from the rain so we took shelter in an uncompleted basement of an old building.
One of the people that was with me noticed that I was moving kind of slow and in pain - and he questioned if my injury was real or if I was just being a wuss... so I got pissed off and started to yell, freak out, and throw things around inside the house. I picked up a lamp and smashed it against the wall, I picked up an end-table and threw it through the doorway and into another room.
At this point we realized that the house wasn't actually abandoned, and that an old lady lived there and it served as a funeral home. We made our way upstairs and saw newly decorated caskets on the porch, as if they were getting ready to have a funeral. We even saw one of the groundskeepers there, and mentioned to him that we would be gone in a minute.
He didn't seem to care, but we noticed the old lady sitting in the living room and she had a gun. We ran back inside and made our way to a garage, where a Ferarri was sitting. One of the workers in the house told us that there was no way for us to get out without the old lady killing us, unless we used the car.
We got ready to get in the car to leave, but we noticed that the garage didn't have a big door to open - and that we actually had to go down the hallway towards the living room in the car in order to escape.
That's when I woke up. :-/
