"Prepare to Enter: The Scary Door"

    My husband, let's call him Marshall, and I were shipwrecked and the only people left alive.  All we could see was a high, muddy cliff surrounded by a swampy mire, much like the Swamps of Sadness.  

I would've liked a better picture but all the Internet had was Artax
giving up on his horsey life and letting himself die while his best friend begged him not to.
Too depressing.

We were trying to decide what to do next when a horrifying deer appeared and started moving slowly toward us.  It looked slimy, like it was rotting, and had red eyes.  So we frantically began to attempt to climb the muddy cliff but it wasn't really working out.  Yet our furiously scrabbling caused something to shift and we fell through part of the cliff, dropping about ten feet, landing on a polished wooden floor.  As we stood up we saw we were in a long, very neat hallway basked in very dim light.  There was an ajar door very near us and we decided to take a cautious look.  The room was dark but some daylight seeped through from behind some curtains.  The room was very large and had several beds and plenty of furniture; is also had several dead people.  One was hanging from a ceiling fixture, another had his throat slit over a sink, someone had been strapped to a bed frame and carefully tortured; the list went on.  Horrified, we scrambled back to wear we had fallen and decided we had to try and get back out.  I climbed onto Marshall's shoulders and scrabbled for the hole; it was gone.  "That breach is gone now," said a voice that made me jump and fall to the ground.
    Behind us stood a group of men dressed in black and red uniforms pointing imposing guns at us.  "It was an accident!  We didn't mean to!" I blurted out uselessly.
    The one who spoke smiled grimly at us and then nodded.  Two others grabbed us and forced us down the hallway while the rest of them filed into the room of dead people.  They led us up several floors and into a vast, stately room whose walls were mostly windows.  Behind a large and shiny desk sat a man in a suit and off to the side there was a leather couch occupied by two bored-looking, brunette women in their late twenties.

Like this but with more windows.

The view of the window was of downtown New York City, but something about it was awry.  First of all, there were hover vehicles, like in The Fifth Element except with bigger windows.  All the buildings were curved and the Statue of Liberty was a nude statue, just the way the French intended.  The man introduced himself as Mr. Frederick and explained to us where exactly we were.
    Mr. Frederick decided that he would like to start his own version of New York City, so, in secret, he built an island, then a dome, and created an indoor New York City that he liked better.

This would've happened if  I had gotten my hands on a boat.

Then he populated New New York City by pretty much creating a cult that promised a new and better society and he also brought his family, his two daughters, the ladies sitting on the couch.  His laws were very specific and very tedious and must be followed day to day; the rules were strictly adhered to by the aptly name Enforcers, those were the guys in black and red.  They implemented physical torture to keep people in line; the rule book was as thick as an Oxford English Dictionary and had many rules that made sense, but were unfair given the punishment for breaking it.  Adversely there were also a lot of rules that just didn't make sense.  Marshall and I were then sent back to pick up groceries for our new home in the same building; we were to begin to assimilate.  But before we were escorted out of the room and to the ground floor shopping market, Mr. Frederick said with a smile, "Those people you saw in that room, they were trying to find a way out.  We see everything."

"I see you."
Mr. Frederick's portrait and favorite saying.

    Marshall and I roamed around the grocery story, too stunned to say anything, when a middle-aged woman ran her cart right into Marshall.  "How dare you!" she shrieked.  "Apologize this instant!"
    We were flabbergasted and stammered out mixtures of protests and apologies but she continued to shriek her outrage.  Quite silently an Enforcer emerged from behind the woman and gracefully and gently carved a thin, bloody line across her throat.  "It was your fault," he said monotonously, "and you will apologize."
    The woman stood completely still and her face turned white as she expressed her deepest apologies.  The Enforcer pushed her away but left the knife where it was so that it cut her more as she moved.  "You can't do that!" Marshall exclaimed, looking around at the fellow shoppers.  "You can't let them do this to you!"
    "Stop it!" I begged him.
    But the Enforcer was there and he grabbed Marshall and dragged him away.
    This can't be happening, I thought to myself.  This can't be happening.
    I needed to save Marshall, I had to find him and find a way out.  I figured if I could find him, a way out of this building, and a vehicle, we would be free.  So I decided to find the very first room we saw, and eventually I did.
    The room was still dark but the bodies were no longer there.  I sneaked around the room checking under the bed, in desk drawers, but found nothing.  I was going to move on but I heard a bizarre slurping noise punctuated by crunching.  I looked around until I saw it; two glowing red eyes and the faint form of the dark, rotting deer creature from the shore.  It was standing among the bloodied, cut up body parts of the former tenants and eating them.

You can't tell me you would not have been scared of a zombie deer
which also had odd supernatural powers.

It saw me and in the horrifying yet slow trot came after me.  I can't even begin to describe the terror that this thing instilled in me but I couldn't even think straight and ended up in a closet instead of going to the main door.  I climbed up racks of clothes and onto a top shelf where I found a hole which I squirmed into without even pausing to think.
    I held my breath as I crawled through layers of insulation; I had no idea what direction I was going or how long I was in there.  Suddenly something grabbed my arm and yanked me out; all I could do was scream and thrash around.  When I finally opened my eyes I saw that Mr. Frederick's daughters had yanked me out.  "We thought you might try this," the shorter one said.
    "We didn't tell daddy about that breach because we wanted to see if you'd find it," the tall one said.
    "But there's some bad news.  There's no way out.  Well, there is, but only we know it.  Daddy was so impressed when we found it."
    "You'll never find it, so go on and try.  Your husband will be dead soon and it's fun to watch you scurry around."
    So I did.  But while they weren't paying attention I was able to find out where Marshall was by watching the Enforcers log reports.  I caught an even bigger break when I found out that Enforcers were controlled by some kind of microchip that was easy to shut down if you knew how, but it did result in the death of the host. So instead of trying to find a way out I made a way out by shutting down Enforcers.  Soon enough I was out of the building and found the platform that has the hover car Marshall was in; it was guarded by two Enforcers but I shut them down easily.  I saw Marshall of the hover car and yelled, "Start moving the car! If you go straight up there's an exit!".  And he did, so as it was moving I leaped in through the open window and landed quite hard on my head.  Exhausted and relatively safe I fell asleep.
    I awoke to a pounding headache and looking at the back of Marshall's head.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  "Are we home yet?" I asked.
    I sat up and looked out the window and saw New York City.  But wait, those buildings are curved.  We hadn't gone anywhere.
    Marshall turned around, fresh microchip imprint on his neck.  "We are home."

Rod Serling should've narrated this.

And that is, no joke, exactly when I woke up.