I woke up, somewhere in a North Korean hostage household. Everything seemed to be fine. I decided to take a walk to explore this household, full of 50 people or more; both children and adults. I saw people that I knew in real life, and a few that I didn't know at all. We all wore poorly made clothes. As I went out to the balcony, I saw laundry facilities. They had new washed clothes. I went back inside, everyone was just having a conversation together. I continued to explore the place. There were guards with guns everywhere outside. They weren't masked like in Squid Game; I wasn't in debt either. I could see their faces, and I recognized a few. I had an instant thought that if you messed with them, you would get killed. So I wasn't bothered to talk or mess with them. I don't want to die here. Am I the only one who's confused? What the hell is this place? Why did I wake up here in the first place? Why are the people looking weird at me? I snapped out of my world and saw a couple arguing. I walked over to them to make sure everything was fine; then left a few seconds later.
I walked over to the others and the man who argued with his wife, or girlfriend walked over to us. He started talking about a boxing ring with the others. Everyone was excited. He started boxing the wall, but for some reason, I tried to attack him by a high kick but failed to. I fell and he started punching me in the chest multiple times. This was only a dream until I woke up to chest pain at 7 am in real life.