There is an obvious reason why I excelled at the Death Maze Race; I am the one making the whole thing up.
It is all a dream, and all a dream is, is your imagination running amuck. Every passageway, every trap, every hidden clue, I had to make them up on the spot during the dream, and the way my mind processed this was that I was not inventing/imaging these things, I was discovering them. When I think about the Death Maze Race, what was really happening was I was fighting my own imagination, literally. My imagination was thinking up death traps to kill me and I would think of ways to survive every time.
The third, and thus far, final dream I dreamt of the Death Maze Race was chaos. I was thrown into the race without explanation or warning, and this time it was personal. The creators of the Death Maze Race were angered that I had survived twice and been the victor twice. Why was this important? What did me winning or surviving matter? I have no idea, but I had made an enemy and this enemy was striking back.
After evading a few forgettable traps, I knew what was happening; I was in the Death Maze Race for a third time, but why? The second Death Maze Race was a huge success, for me anyway, all my friends had survived along with many others, all because I had led them to the finish line. The returning champion, me, had been abducted in his sleep and thrown into yet another Death Maze Race. As I spoke to other contestants, and unveiled hidden messages the rules had been changed again. This time the winner would be the first person to cross the finish line, and like the first Death Maze Race, the winner would be the only survivor. I kept this information to myself, I did not recognize any of the faces this time around, I had no friends this time, and I could not bring myself to make new ones. It is not selfish for me to covet my own survival before others, and whatever the reason were that the masters of the Death Maze Race wanted me dead I would find out, and more than that, I would defy them.
There was no modesty in this dream, I knew I was the king of these mazes now, and I made no effort to hide what I could do. I charged forward in a rush, leaving others behind me. My feet were fleet as I flew down passageways, my mind was sharp when I conquered puzzles, and my reflexes were nimble to dodge the traps that sprung around me.
One of the first thing I remember noticing was just how young everyone was in this race. I was their elder, not just in Death Maze Race experience, but also in years of age. They were so young and naive, and not too surprisingly, nothing in their lives had prepared them for this.
I watched people die everywhere.
The dream became more vivid when I walked into a dining room, with many other people, and the doors locked behind us. The dining room was very large, and even though we were indoors, this room, within a room, had windows looking out; at least they have if they were not so heavily fogged over.
There were many water based traps in this dream and in this room water began to fill the room and flood us in. I knew what to do immediately; I grabbed a chair from the dining table and began to smash all the windows. Then I stood atop the dining table and waited to see how far the flood would go. I would have left through the windows immediately, but I had the suspicion there would be a clue somewhere in the room. Looking about myself I notice the chandelier in the center of the ceiling, and waited for the water level to raise high enough for me to grab hold of the chandelier and get a closer look. Sure enough an envelope awaited me.
I tried to read the clue, but you cannot read in dreams. So my thoughts projected what I thought the message might say and words slowly formed something to the effect of needing to find key in the roof to escape the room.
I left through the windows and look about myself, ridiculous Super Mario style platforms were scattered about three pillars reaching up about three stories. The water only a few inches deep, did not help my drugging around looking for were to start.
In what can best be described as an angry moment of brilliant defiance, I discarded the idea of trying my luck jumping up this thing and decided I needed to think of some more clever way of getting around this. I realized if I could get to the roof of the dining room I could make a long leap onto a rope and climb my up to one of the platforms, and from there I could use the ceiling’s scaffold to get myself wherever I needed to go, thus completely bypassing the entire obstacle. With the help of one of the other contestants I was hoisted onto the roof, made my leap to the rope and began my climb to the ceiling. Once there I was able to eye where I needed to go and carefully descended down upon the envelope containing a key out.
Back in the dining room I charged past the crowd, opened the door back out into the maze and ran like the wind knowing I must have lost a lot of ground with this diversion even I did defy the challenge of it the way I did.
After running through a twisting wall maze in what must have been record time and leaving behind me many other contestants, I came to the final challenge. A collection of downward leading stair ways that for the most part were little more than water slides. People were falling off the sides and plummeting to their deaths. I knew the finish line must have been somewhere at the bottom of this chasm, so I began running and jumping down the stairs. I came to the realization that this maze could also be cheated, since the one thing all the stairways had in common, even the dead ends, were they headed downward. So I picked a random stairway and once it came to an end I found a comfortable spot to jump off onto another stairway. It only took a few leaps before I realized which stairway would be the right one, for I could see down far enough to know which one I needed to get too.
There were many people who had made it this far and I was far behind some of them so I took a gambit and made a nearly suicidal dive over the edge aiming for the final stairway. I kept thinking I might break a leg from this distance, but as long as I can move I can survive this. The fall did in fact hurt but throwing myself down stairs, flooded stairs at that proved painless. And so I continued to use gravity to my advantage to overtake the last of the young contestants. As I came far enough down the final stairway I noticed that it emptied into a pool, so when I came close enough for the fall not to kill me I threw myself in. I remember the bodies of those who had fallen earlier floating about in the distance. I swam to the shore, and limped my way down a tunnel. There were signs pointing me to the final destination. I limped on my aching legs as fast I could and then deep within the tunnel I found a ladder leading me out, and once upon the surface I ran across the finish line. I had survived yet again.
I held this smug smile on my face as I looked about the crowd around me. There was nothing that could kill me, and this is very indicative of my personality. Remember the whole Death Maze Race is actually me battling my own imagination, and insofar as that battle went I could not think of anything that could kill me. I cannot envision my own death, I truly believe I am indestructible and after a warring dream testing my own imagination on death, I had survived.
