This should probably qualify as a fragment...but...oh what the hell
There's something to do with a train ride at the beginning, I believe I was taking it. Running from car to car and walking around on top.
Next I'm playing some video game, a typical one where the main guy is just on a random killing spree. All the violence that sells. Except in this one, I was supposed to kill kids. I did my job and once I got to the last level, this old man stopped me (By this point I had become the video game character), surrounded by the ghosts of the children that I'd killed. He said I then had to spend time feeling the pain of every single person affected by the death of these poor kids. He locked me in a room and I sat there, waiting for a while. All of a sudden it hit me, this intense wave of sorrow that actually knocked me flat on my back on the bed. I cried for, as I was aware in my dream, 3 days straight. Then the door opened and the game was over. I turned off the Sega thingy and was exhausted.
There's a lesson in this. Makes you think.
Apparently I had been playing with the video games of my friend kim, and I was in her house, even if it looked like mine. I went to find her (she was doing dishes) and I told her that that game was sad. She just looked at me like I was some freak of nature, like I was being over sensitive to a dumb old game. She told me to look through her vast collection of games. Hey-zeuss she had a lot of smeeping games.
