I couldn’t even get away, the League of Legends minions blocked all the ways and I, as a League champion couldn’t even move out, my abilities couldn’t do anything to them and cannon minions hit so so hard and I died.^(My nights were haunted by a surreal siege. In the dreamscape, a horde of a hundred minions, animated by an unseen force, besieged me. The suffocating closeness echoed the weight of real-life pressures. Desperation set in as escape routes closed off, mirroring the feeling of being cornered in life’s challenges. The relentless assault, led by formidable cannon minions, mirrored the harsh blows life sometimes dealt.)
The addiction is pretty real if this is true.