If I might try my hand....
uses $dream_play_script
// %player is the avatar of the dreamer
// %location is the dream room the avatar is standing in
// %here is an alias for %location
// %realplayer is the real player
// If you want to cause the player to scream, you must unavatar. If you do not unavatar, the player will wake up anyway.
// For more information, see 'help scripting'.
broadcast "gm" %realplayer " is seeing a dream about being mugged."
rename %here "Foggy street."
actor "%mugger" %in_muggername %in_muggerdesc
exit %mugger
as %mugger
do "hide"
pause 5
enter %mugger
pause 5
announceall %here "Out of breath and panting, you find youself running down a dark, dimly lit street. Your vision is further obscured by a fog just beyond the fringes of tangibility, but the sharp pain in your side and the leaden weight on your limbs keeps your mind focused on a single thought: escape."
pause 10
announceall %here "As you barrel down the the oddly quiet street, the only immediately noticeable sounds are the clapping of your own feet on the tarmac, and that of your hoarse, shallow breathing. Upon straining your ears however, the quiet, constant and ultimately reassuring buzz of the dim streetlights may be heard. The sharp pain at your side flares for a moment, your feet stumbling as you look down. Your hand comes away bloody, caked blood covers your fingers as thin rivulets of fresher crimson fluid trail across your palm, past your wrist. More than the stich of extended exertion, you realize, as you stand there, staring numbly at the gash along your ribs."
pause 20
do "unhide"
pause 10
announceall %here "Your head snaps up as suddenly, you notice movement along the edges of your vision and hear another's footsteps. You strain your eyes in the darkness, trying to discern some detail beyond the silhouette of the figure which steps towards you..."
pause 5
announceall %here ""
force %player "look figure"
pause 20
// %in_o - him/her
// %in_p - his/her
// %in_q - his/hers
// %in_r - himself/herself
// %in_s - he/she
announceall %here "At a rather leisurely pace, " %in_s " steps toward you, wearing a rather wicked-looking grin on " %in_p " face. One of " %in_p " hands, the left one, balled into a fist, rises with index finger jutting out. Said finger slowly wags at you as " %in_s " shakes " %in_p " head, a mocking rendition of a pained sigh accompanying the performance."
pause 14
announceall %here "The left hand drops as the right hand rises, the dim streetlights reflecting on something large, and chromed. The figure advances towards you, as " %in_s " points a ZMI .357 Magnum directly at your forehead. Your assailant keeps advancing until the cold steel barrel of " %in_q " weapon touches, and then pushes, your forehead. With " %in_p " free hand, " %in_s " pats you down. At this, you attempt to step back, but find yourself mired in place, your eyes locked on the barrel of the monstrous revolver. You sniff gingerly, and your nose tingles as you catch a whiff of a sulfurous smell. Cordite. The weapon's been fired recently, and you doubt the one pointing it at your head would have any problem pulling the trigger again."
pause 20
announceall %here "You stay in place, wincing as " %in_p " hands duck into your pockets. You dare not look down for fear of death, but you can feel " %in_o " taking things from you, pilfering your pockets and anywhere else you happen to keep your valuables hidden. Through it all, the pain in your side has only increased, and a cold sweat begins to bead on your brow. The pressure on your forehead is eased, and " %in_s " begins to back away. You allow yourself the luxury of a relieved sigh."
pause 15
announceall %here "A sigh too soon, it seems, as " %in_s " cocks the revolver's hammer. The ominous click of the weapon's firing mechanism echoes out across the empty street and for a moment, as you find yourself staring into the inky depths of a revolver's barrel, time stands still."
pause 15
announceall %here "You notice " %in_p " hand tense, veins bulging, as " %in_s " squeezes the trigger. Your vision goes white, blinding you, accompanied by a deafening, thunderous roar. Your sight fades slowly to a dull, pulsing red, then finally to black, as a feeling of vertigo overtakes you. Then, silence."
pause 20
announceall %here "Tiny motes of light dance before your eyes as the world comes into focus. You feel you are lying on something hard, it's really rather uncomfortable, and some odd warmth is spread over your face. You also find it difficult to see clearly, but one thing you do know is that you're staring at what passes for a sky in these parts. Footsteps echo around you, but when you try to raise your head to look around, you discover that you can't really move. The most you can manage is a twitch. Your ears pick up the distant wail of sirens, but they're not for you. You move your lips, trying to articulate a word, one you can't quite remember. In fact, you can't really remember much but the dull, throbbing pain in your side. You can't feel it all that much anymore. Alarmed, you try to force your throat to emit some sound, as your sight begins to waver and dim....."
pause 20
unavatar %player "%player"
pause 4
force %player ".scream at the top of my lungs!"