text: [Themes: sci-fi, socially important, war, serious]
  
  Looking at walls you realize that room you are kept is round and lined with some sort of white, soft material. There are no doors whatsoever, only calming whisper of machinery somwhere deep below. Five or six meters above you see a small... window?
  You wake up from your cold slumber, whole body aching. Eerie light showers your body in nice, warm feeling, but it passes soon. With eyes open you stand up, all muscles still frozen, but ready to take action.
  
  > start screaming to gain attention of people behind window
  From hidden speakers voice begins to speak:
  War Marionette Alpha research, subject 63782-7286-13. It seems that tests with reagent HDS 13 were succesfull. For futher recording I will refer to subject as Thirteen.
  It seems that injection has left his body intact. Scans are showing a bit of unusual brain activity, but it's inside Marionettes specs... His appearance hasn't changed much either, only visible change is new structure of the eyes, which I suppose are now better prepared to deal with night tasks. Also they changed colour to red.
  I didn't made any coherention checks, but Thirteen apears very agitated, also vocal chords are left intact. Still for further studies is needed to subject remain calm and composed. His reaction makes me think that it is another failed experiment
  *sigh*
  Preparing to gas the chamber
  
  > stop screaming
  You stop screaming as vision of death isn't appealing. Lungs are burning and you realize how powerful your scream was. Maybe it can be even used as a weapon!
  
  Thirteen is silient now. Was it reaction to my words? Impossible! Marionettes haven't got the chance to learn speech! Maybe it was his answer to new environment. Still subject is first of a kind. Many of his predecessors lost their composure and none of them regained it. It was a loss of good genetic material...
  
  Lucky! Death was so close but you avoided it!
  
  I'll be commencing tests now. Preparing equipment.
  
  > take the tests
  We start with his night-vision. Test one - begin!
  Suddenly there is no light in room. All of it vanished. Yet you are not blind and feel in darkness best. As you look around it seems that from ceiling something was thrown here.
  
  Looking at walls you realize that room you are kept is round and lined with some sort of white, soft material. There are no doors whatsoever, only calming whisper of machinery somwhere deep below. Five or six meters above you see a small... window?
  You wake up from your cold slumber, whole body aching. Eerie light showers your body in nice, warm feeling, but it passes soon. With eyes open you stand up, all muscles still frozen, but ready to take action.
  
  > Meditate
  You sit down, searching for comfortable position and begin to concentrate. World seems to be going a bit slower now, but you are perfectly tuned with it. Your organism seems to be talking to you, speaking about your strenght, night-vision and agility. Thus you know what you are - a living killing machine!
  From hidden speakers voice begins to speak:
  War Marionette Alpha research, subject 63782-7286-13. It seems that tests with reagent HDS 13 were succesfull. For futher recording I will refer to subject as Thirteen.
  It seems that injection has left his body intact. Scans are showing a bit of unusual brain activity, but it's inside Marionettes specs... His appearance hasn't changed much either, only visible change is new structure of the eyes, which I suppose are now better prepared to deal with night tasks. Also they changed colour to red.
  I didn't made any coherention checks, but Thirteen apears stable and calm. Even too calm, giving his condition. I hope we didn't create another mindless puppet...
  You listen and wonder what the man is talking about. Soon something in his speech attracts your attention
  
  I will now commence series of tests. Preparing equipment
  
  > take the tests
  We start with his night-vision. Test one - begin!
  Suddenly there is no light in room. All of it vanished. Yet you are not blind and feel in darkness best. As you look around it seems that from ceiling something was thrown here.[Themes: sci-fi, romance, fantasy, superhero, science fiction, humor, historical]
  
  You wake up covered in a thin layer of sweat. Kind of yucky, but it's no surprise. You've been waking up like this for a while now.
  
  It all started a few nights ago, you'd had a delicious spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and you were watching your favorite show, you fell asleep and your dream was invaded by something; you woke up uneasy and feeling tired, but you had work to do so you couldn't get more sleep.
  
  The night after that, you had leftover pizza for dinner and had the same weird dream. You blamed the food.
  
  Two nights ago, you decided to have no supper and try your luck; the dream returned.
  
  You couldn't remember your dream no matter how hard you tried. Three times in a row sure is weird for a dream.
  
  Last night you had some warm milk and a delicious chocolate chip cookie, those things are supposed to make you sleep well. You read somewhere on the Internet that a dream journal can be helpful in order to remember, the trick is to write as quick as possible anything you can remember as soon as you wake up.
  
  Picking up the pencil you placed in the nightstand, you open your little notepad and write the first thing that comes to your mind:
  
  «Purple»
  
  You remember the color purple in your dream, was it important? Perhaps. You try to recognize any other thing, but it's all gone.
  
  [Author's Note: This funny game has only a few serious moments. It was supposed to be only about dreaming but I got carried away and now I can't really tell you exactly what this is about. You have this reoccurring dream that makes you uncomfortable and you decide that it's finally time to do something about it. You're not sure about what your next move is going to be, but you've had enough. Embark on this entertaining and kind of silly adventure filled with mystery, action, romance and other things! And enjoy!]
  
  > try harder
  You're no quitter. You force your still-not-fully-awake mind to look back into dreamland and find something.
  
  Purple.
  
  What was purple?
  
  What does it mean?
  
  The sky was purple.
  
  Fast, you take your pencil and write «sky» right after «purple». That seems about it, you'll get a headache if you keep compeling your mind to do hard stuff.
  
  > search the web for «purple sky»
  You've never been a huge believer on dreams, horoscopes and those things, but you're desperate.
  
  Typing the words on the search engine, you find a lot of religious stuff related to that. You mostly find separate definitions for both words, and they all say different things. Deciding that this isn't useful, you decide to look for another way to improve your dream memories.
  
  «Lucid dreaming»
  
  You find a common method which is reality checks. It is basically just setting yourself a few rituals that, with enough time, will become habits. Doing them will remind you that you're awake and so, if you do the while you're dreaming, you'll know.
  
  Looking at your hands, trying to breath whilst holding your nose and looking for a reflection are the easiest ones, so you decide you'll try those.
  
  But those words «with enough time» are not of your liking. How long will it take for you to rest?
  
  Also online, you find a course on lucid dreaming meditation and an alleged talisman for controlling your dreams.
  
  And yes, they both cost money.
  
  Are you willing to spend money on this things? You're not rich, the talisman and the course are sort of expensive.
  
  What will you do?
  
  > Nothing, the reality checks should work out just fine.
  You don't need to meditate, and you definitely don't need a talisman hoodoo thingy to sleep right. Your sole will power should do.
  
  You plug your nose and try to breathe. You obviously fail.
  
  You look at your hands and think to yourself if you're awake. And you decide that you are because it's obvious.
  
  There're no mirrors in the room and you're too lazy to get to the bathroom, but you're pretty sure you nailed that reality check.
  
  It's not a choice, you won't go to the bathroom. You don't have to. You don't want to go to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
  
  > But you DO want to check your reflection
  You get up and go to the bathroom.
  
  Your reflection is normal. You're awake.
  
  Are you ready to move on?
  
  > No
  You stay a few moments longer, staring at the mirror and finding your own eyes gazing back.
  
  Are you really awake?
  
  Yes.
  
  You plug your nose and watch your hands.
  
  You truly are awake.
  
  Now are you ready to move on?
  
  > Not yet
  The mirror is suspiciously quiet.
  
  You keep staring at yourself, plugging your nose and waving your hands between the glass and yourself.
  
  Nothing happens.
  
  You start to feel kinda silly.
  
  You're awake, move on.
  
  > Not quite yet
  No matter how many times you look in the mirror, plug your nose and check your hands, the result is always the same:
  
  > But are you really awake?
  You put your face really close to the glass. Your breath fogs up the thing and you wipe it clear.
  
  You see yourself, looking dumb.
  
  Do you like to look dumb?
  
  You plug your nose one last time and check your hands.
  
  Wakefulness.
  
  The mirror is not going anywhere, go do something with your life.
  
  > Want to look one last time
  You look at yourself one last time, plugging your nose and checking your hands. Your palms are sweaty.
  
  This reminds you of a song, but never mind that.
  
  You haven't unplugged your nose and it's starting to be noticeable.
  
  You need to breathe or else you'll die.
  
  You read somewhere that it is impossible for a human to suffocate themselves because the body compels you to remove whatever is obstructing your respiratory track.
  
  What happens next?
  
  > hold your breath for as long as you can!
  You keep your nose plugged. You start to feel that urge of breathing, but you also feel excitement.
  
  What'll happen? How long can you last?
  
  Last time you held your breath was at a pool party, you know you lasted more than thirty seconds, but you don't quite remember the exact time.
  
  You can beat that time.
  
  It's been approximately twenty seconds since you plugged your nose. You don't need air desperatly.
  
  You reach the thirty second mark, impressive!
  
  You have now been forty seconds without breathing.
  
  Great going!
  
  Your hand struggles against itself to keep your nose plugged. Your other hand rushes to cover your mouth.
  
  Better not breathe accidentally.
  
  Fifty seconds.
  
  You know you need air. But you want to keep going.
  
  Almost a minute, now.
  
  You're not sure you're gonna make it.
  
  Just a few seconds to go. Your body starts to spasm and your hands want to break free from your own willpower.
  
  If you keep moving, you'll waste precious oxygen and won't hold out for sixty seconds.
  
  You feel another spasm coming. You hold your breath.
  
  Almost a minute, now.
  
  > hold on, you know you can make it
  As previously stated, you're no quitter.
  
  You tighten your grasp on your face and feel your legs shaking. Your torso lunges to the side and your arms wiggle. Your whole body is writhing.
  
  Suddenly, you're not sure that you'll be able to make it.
  
  Time slows down as you struggle to keep holding your breath. You fall on your knees and almost unplug your nose and mouth, but you manage to keep going.
  
  Your eyes are now wide open as your body begs you for some air. Your lungs are trying to breathe themselves in.
  
  Are you gonna die? You don't know. You had your fair share of warnings and now it's time to accept the consequences.
  
  With a final shaking, you realize it is now too late.
  
  You hit your head with the lower corner of the sink and lose consciousness.
  
  And blood, you lose a lot of blood.
  
  You reached the sixty second mark and kept going, but you lost count and bashed your temple with hard marble.
  
  Your own body betrayed you while trying to save itself from suffocation.
  
  Apparently, it is impossible to asfixiate yourself. Had you not hit yourself, you would've breathed with a loud gasp.
  
  > Are you dead?
  You open your eyes and find yourself in bed. You touch your temple and find no blood.
  
  Was it all a dream?
  
  You quickly plug your nose and find it hard to breathe. You look at your hands and they appear to be normal.
  
  You're a bit afraid to go to the bathroom, but you get up and do it.
  
  Your reflection is fine.
  
  You seem to be awake, but you remember the dream perfectly. You held your breath...
  
  Wait, that was stupid! Only in a dream could you have acted like that.
  
  You feel well rested and you don't remember having had that weird dream so everything looks fine.
  
  You take a shower and get dressed, you have a bowl of cereal for breakfast and you head out into the world.
  
  Something's off and you can't really point your finger at what it is. The birds are chirping, the cars are honking, people are walking by; everything's normal. The sky is purple as usual and that's when you realize that you left your watch. You go back inside and put on your watch before going out again.
  
  You hail a cab because you don't wanna be late and you give him the adress. You can't remember where you're going, but you don't care. The cab driver turns around and you see he has a dog nose. That's funny.
  
  You get off the cab and walk. You find the ball you think you were looking for and pick it up. It's a red tennis ball. You turn around and throw it into the cab. The driver goes crazy and fetches it, barking happily.
  
  You remember the reality checks and plug your nose again. You can't breath.
  
  The sky is still purple. You don't remember it having always been purple. Was it blue before?
  
  It was!
  
  > AM DREAMING, WAKE UP!
  You try and try but you can't wake up.
  
  What's going on? You start to feel desperate.
  
  You slap yourself across the face and pinch your arm. It hurts.
  
  Why does it hurt?
  
  Find some water. Wake up.
  
  You run towards the nearest river and cannonball in.
  
  You can't wake up!
  
  That reminds you of a song, but never mind that.
  
  > Why are you not waking up?
  You've heard of sleep paralysis before, it happens when your mind is awake and your body isn't.
  
  But you're still in your own dreamland. Your dreamworld. However it's called.
  
  You think you hear a voice calling your name.
  
  Who is it? You live alone.
  
  You wonder where your body is as you scour the land with your eyes. You recognize nothing.
  
  Are you in the bathroom? You remember hitting your head there.
  
  You try to wake up but nothing works.
  
  Might as well try to fly. You've always wanted to try lucid dreaming, that was the whole reason for the reality checks.
  
  You climb the highest building and find yourself on the roof. Should this not work out, you couldn't die. Not in a dream.
  
  You run towards the edge and jump off. The purple sky embraces your leap of faith. You start falling. And you fall.
  
  Faster.
  
  Stop falling, this doesn't feel good.
  
  You keep on falling.
  
  Fly. Fly. Fly!
  
  > Focus!
  The ground hits you and you feel an unmeasurable pain, yet, you can't faint.
  
  You're already unconscious.
  
  You feel an endless agony and resign to your destiny.
  
  This is your life now. A never ending dream where pain is all too real.
  
  > Please, wake up (click this option if you're into women)
  You open your eyes and see a bright white light.
  
  A hospital light, you imagine.
  
  You can't tell how long it's been. In your dream, it felt like years.
  
  "You're awake," says a female voice.
  
  A nurse.
  
  You ask the nurse where you are and she explains to you that you've been in a coma for the last five years. You've been in the hospital, receiving visits from your few friends and sometimes mumbling some words.
  
  "Where you having bad dreams?" She asks, almost sounding entertained.
  
  You respond that she has no idea. You know you felt a lot of distress. Years of psychological torture sure have scarred your mind. You're too afraid to do a reality check so you just go along with it.
  
  You won't leave the hospital until you're partially recovered, so you ask the nurse to call your friends and let them know the good news. They all show up with cake and pizza and you ask the nurse if you can eat that.
  
  "Just a little bit," she says, "you don't want to be puking all around".
  
  You have a lovely afternoon with your friends and they all tell you about their last couple of years. You listen to them trying to remember most of the changes. One of them got engaged and the other one broke up with their partner, you're not surprised that some of them are missing. Maybe they'll arrive later.
  
  When the day is over, you're too afraid to go back to sleep.
  
  "That happens all the time," explains the nurse, "you'll be alright. Don't worry".
  
  > trust her and fall asleep
  Trusting her, you fall asleep surprisingly easily.
  
  You wake up the next day feeling fully rested and there are no traces of having had a bad dream.
  
  The nurse greets you good morning and you finally learn her name. It turns out to be a very pretty name.
  
  She's been taking care of you since you first arrived at the hospital brought by your closest friend who found you on your PJ's lying on your bathroom floor all covered in blood. She asks you if you remember the accident and you feel really embarrassed to tell. You lie to her and say that you slipped with your own foot, which is not as embarrassing as telling the truth.
  
  You held your breath for so long that you fell into a coma.
  
  Now that's a good one.
  
  You get along fine with the nurse and you find yourself liking her, even falling for her.
  
  After days of physical therapy and real food, you ask her out and she says yes.
  
  Years later, she says yes to another question and you get married. Fitting back into society after five years of coma was hard, but she helped you with it and you know that she's the most important person in your life. You want to spend the rest of your days and nights with her, especially now that you don't have nightmares anymore.
  
  You actually stopped having dreams, it was probably a side effect of being comatose all those years, but you don't care. Your wife is the only dream come true that you need.