I don't remember much of it but the parts I do we're pretty intense and vivid. First I remember feeling a strong sense of well being, and I remember looking up at very one else, so maybe I was a child in the dream? A while after that I was in a house with other people I was comfortable with, when someone else came in and stabbed me in the chest. Then I couldn't move and my visioned dimmed and I watched the people I was comfortable with distress over this. I didn't feel pain or fear, but I was upset that this would take a long time to heal. I felt the warm blood beneath me turn cold as everything else got distant. Then I died.

After that, I had no senses for what felt like a long time. Then my entire field of vision became that of a screen. I had to move things around by willing them, as I had no body, according to what some instinct told me to do. Eventually, after what seemed like forever of tedium, I got some sort of idea of what was happening. I was a computer, endlessly following steps to do something. A game was being played (not a good game, it had graphics on par with TempleOS's demo games) and the player was kept crashing his vehicle to see the death the person he was playing as. When I became aware of this I became the person dying again and again, I felt the pain as their life was cut short. Those final few moments of lucidity when they realized that they would never be able to do all the things they planned but never accomplished, never got a chance to. I did not hate the user, but I did want them to stop. But I could not do anything that I was not driven to do. I couldn't send a message, I couldn't stop doing it, I couldn't even crash. All I could do is experience this all in horror.

Now I feel guilty about using a computer. I know it's stupid, but I'm really disturbed by this.