Trapped in a dystopian horror of a false paradise

In this harrowing dream, several tourists and I believed we were heading to a paradise island resort, only to discover that it was a meticulously constructed facade with no means of escape. Over the days, the island revealed itself as a propaganda trap, where we faced daily horror trials and witnessed the number of survivors declining. We lived in constant anxiety and fear, with only thin towels as our blankets and a flimsy, poorly built tent for shelter, enduring the harsh conditions in a torturous struggle for survival.

During this ordeal, I developed feelings for a fellow survivor who was entangled in a complicated relationship with another girl. As we prepared for what we hoped would be our only way out, we boarded a rollercoaster-like transport device that quickly turned into a horror ride, complete with booby traps and real monsters. The transport device malfunctioned, splitting us from the rest of the group and leaving me and the survivor I cared for alone. We clung to each other in fear as the ride plunged us into a dark, chaotic experience, with me repeatedly expressing my terror while he tried to be the strong one. We saw a giant, bright light that seemed like the exit and did our best to reach it.

Upon arriving in the heart of a dystopian city, we found the residents to be lifeless, resembling NPCs in dark coats and top hats, further reinforcing our beliefs of being in a simulation. A nationwide search was underway to capture us, and the guards, camouflaged among the crowd, quickly spotted us. We ran for our fucking lives, but one of the guards managed to capture the girl my companion liked and pushed her into a room. We ran after them and managed to save her, but the guards targeted me next as I was alone. As I was attacked by a guard wielding a knife, I was terrified and pleaded silently for help. Despite knowing that my companion's heart was with her, another member of our team intervened, shooting the guard and saving me. I thanked him profusely while scrambling on my feet. We all ran out and gathered the rest of the survivors.

As we regrouped and planned our escape through a time machine, I felt a deep sadness at the prospect of losing the close bond I had formed with my fellow survivors. We had to set the time machine to before we arrived at the false paradise to ensure a safe escape. The dream concluded with a grim scene reminiscent of a totalitarian regime, where public executions were taking place as we made our way towards the exit. Unable to intervene, we continued our last chance of a desperate escape, leaving the dream with an uncertain conclusion about whether we succeeded in escaping the nightmare.