User blog comment:Corbierr/Let's share our weird dreams./@comment-4816103-20140417002928

So the dream I mentioned above is this fun one-

I was in the Hunger Games. Apparently, from District 12, but not Katniss, just myself. So I don't really remember training that much but I do know that the arena was my house. Like, the layout was just a bit different, but no, it was just my house. With all the furniture and food and stuff just kept where it always is. And my house is pretty small so it's weird that we didn't just slaughter each-other in one day.

Well, not sure how most Tributes died, all I know was that I somehow found a bunch of nails and started planting them around the house, on chairs and stuff so people would sit on them or something, and it worked but it didn't really kill anyone.

Suddenly we were down to like 6 Tributes. Me, Cato and Clove (Because they were apparently there too), District 9 and the District 7 girl. We were hanging out and having dinner in my dining room...not like a feast from the books with death and stuff, no, just a normal dinner. At some point I was like, "I should be killing people," so I started hitting random people with beer bottles. No blood, but they fell and I assume I killed them but I don't know because there were no cannons. So I killed the 3 random Tributes and tried to kill Cato the same way but he just sort of stood there calmly as I hit him without reacting, then I ran away.

So soon I came back and Cato and Clove were both gone. Effie was suddenly there and told me that they had been "transferred out of the arena". I was like, "What the heck? How did they get out? What happened?" Haymitch was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper and was like, "Don't listen to her, they both died, you're the Victor."

And so that was my Hunger Games experience. What a way to win.