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i was staying in o-house last night, however, the building was shaped like a giant crucifix, and my room was in the one of the sides of the cross, which was not really attached to the rest of the building. rather it was counter balanced by the opposite side of the cross. If anyone in the room were to move too fast the whole thing would tip, and had to be corrected or else both sides would fall off. many times i had to run to one side of the room or the other for sheer self preservation. my bed was not actually in the room, but on a sort of ledge outside a window. I watched the street and saw far into some landscape that was definitely not from real life, lights all around. I kept on leaning off the edge, barely hanging on, heart racing, breathing heavy, afraid to sleep. eventually this became too much and i awoke, finding myself in a sweat. upon going back to sleep i climbed to the roof where several gangs dressed in black awaited me. I slid town the 100 ft tall building and ran into the street. eventually they captured me and stabbed me a lot.