My dream began pretty typically, running around in a videogame world of sorts - the viewpoint was isometric and I was collecting gems or whatever. I was questing for some kind of important object. One area I was searching was underwater, but I was able to breathe somewhat. It felt like I was breathing through a pillow.. When I emerged from the water, however, I found myself on a giant football field full of large, misshapen obstacles. Think modern-art-style sculptures, white, littering a gray football field at midnight, the view being like a movie camera's. Suddenly I realize I'm trying to escape from gigantic robot opponents, and I am one of several humans. It is a gladiatorial match and we are totally doomed. I turn to the guy next to me and say, "Well, hey, at least we've got each other in the end." He pulls out a gun and shoots me in the head.
Then somehow, instead of waking up, my vision became a camera zooming away from my own disfigured head, and an epic monologue started up about the nature of existence that I really wish I could remember. I was listening to my own subconscious talk; it was awesome. In any event I woke up as it ended and I'm quite confused as to why I witnessed my own death in a dream. I feel like it may very well just have been because my brain wanted to make a cool movie.
