When i opened up minecraft the last thing i expected was for me to experience a heart attack and wake up to a floating screen infront of me telling me that in the next minute i will be transported to a new mincraft world where i would be survivng for the next earth year with [26,297 minecraft days] in bracket.

Me obviously thinking i just fainted and was having a dream, sat down and started thinking of what i would do when i spawned in to prepare myself.

After coming up with what i think was a solid plan i felt sunlight touch my skin i almost started freaking out but calmed myself quickly thinking i was just hallucinating the feeling.

When i conjured up this excuse it seemed feasible enough to be real so i accepted it to be what was true so i wouldn't go into a existensial crisis.

I then began to enact my plan of getting stone tools then building a little shack that i can build quickly to escape the mobs at night.

After chopping down a tree i quickly made a crafting table and some sticks to make a wooden pick, i then quickly began to mine down to get some stone.

After collecting enough stone to make a pick i went back up to make one then went back down to gather enough stone for a axe a shovel and a furnace.

When i finished collecting these tools i went back up out of the hole a started cutting down trees so that i could have enough wood to make a shack and to make charcoal for torches for when i go into a cave and start mining for other ores to get stacked and quickly beat the enderdragon so that i can wake up from this really cool dream that i was having.