I was in a house made of Minecraft blocks sitting with my mother and my friend Gabe at the dining table of my house. For some unknown reason, I and my friend Gabe wanted to go trick or treating even though Halloween already passed. We were engaged in conversation, however, as dreams go, I have no idea what we were talking about, only that we were talking. At some point along this conversation, Gabe and I started to leave. My mother wished us good luck and to have fun. I acknowledged this and left.
Then, the entirety of the world I was in was based on Minecraft, with all of the pixilated usualness in place. We appeared to climb over a hill “treat-or-treating” through the area. The catch was that there were actually no houses to trick or treat. Candy would appear in your bag as you completed your trip through an area. Gabe and I walked through several areas gaining amounts of candy and talking amongst the way.
After a while we reached a cliff, we saw that ahead of us there was a series of cliffs forming a curve to the left. Each cliff almost like a tower of rock and if viewed from the top, it looked like Hawaii. We found a way down from the edge and we moved on. There were 5 cliffs in total. The first one was uneventful, merely a climb to the top and a climb back down on the other side. The second cliff was different. About halfway up we encountered a cave. We went into it and immediately our surroundings morphed from a cave to a library, totally made on the Minecraft style. The people in the library, however, looked like regular people. Gabe and I entered the library situation discovering that a battle was ensuing. It was a gunfight and we had no guns. The bookshelves provided protection but were dangerous too: if you ran into a corridor between the bookshelves they would shift at 90 degrees angles. Thus you would have to operate the bookshelves as cover but also coordinate a passageway out of the library in the middle of the gunfight. Eventually, we made our way out emerging at the entrance of the cave. From there it looked again like a regular cave. But if you decided to walk in it started to morph again into the library.
We proceeded to climb the rest of the cliff and also climbed the 3rd and 4th cliffs without any special situation. From a distance, the 5th cliff seemed peaceful and quiet but when we approached its bottom it morphed into a mass engulfed in fire with a cascade of lava and a demonic dragon flying around the top of the cliff. In this area, the cliff internal structure such as the rocks and dirt that made up the shape of the mass was still cubic and pixilated. But the fire and lava were terrifyingly realistic, along with the dragon. For an unknown reason it was necessary for us to travel up the cliff, fighting off the dragon and avoiding peril, but somehow we made it safely up and down the cliff.
After this we traveled all the way back to the house, greeting my mother once again. We sat and related to her all of our perils and her disbelief was prominent. Looking out the window I saw that the last cliff was visible in all his fiery glory. I pointed at it and when she saw it her eyes went wide and all she managed to say was: “oh, that’s nice.”
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