Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...

What's wrong with me?! I've been having dreams about the end of the world for, like, a week now! I kinda ignored it at first, but last night's dream made me take notice. I can't even really remember any of the other dreams now, but last night's was kinda freaky. People were killig each other for fun. Kinda like a game. A competition of some sort. I was in the game. I got disqualified for something. I didn't follow the exact instructions, or something. So, even though I couldn't win the game after being disqualified, people could still hunt and kill me in order to advance to the next level. Survivalism.