Nebulus

I'm with my daughter (little) looking at a field of people, some will be turning into zombies and we will have to hunt them. She asks which ones will change and I start to say that it will be easy to tell until I realise they look the same as the people bringing them there. We walk across the field and find a coach full of young city people who have come down for the event, their intentions are dubious.

We have had some new music and my wife is desperate to have it, sounds bit like Bowie maybe. It's on vinyl but they want £124 for it. We try to copy it but there is a loud background hiss, also the recording keeps being interrupted by various issues.

Inside our new apartment I look over at the neighbours, the place is very modern and the neighbour seems to be repairing appliances in his front room.

D1 - Again an array of spherical objects appearing in my dream, each one a unique combination to be manipulated and changed to try and create the best possible combination. Now being used for something else. I have to perform sex in some specific position, I guess fits previous theme.
[Maybe to do with chakra alignment or something, idk, or unlocking something hidden]

D2 - Was in school then escape to a very muddy and grassy area where kids are in groups, some on high mounds some lower down. We are escaping/being chased. We warn others of oncoming zombie apocalypse and plan out where its best to seek shelter/acquire food and weapons. Then I decide that maybe I don't really need to do that, I could just be friendly. Dream abruptly is kind of short circuited and stops.

[dream was interesting due to the fact a) I thought issue was resolved b) didn't realise I was thinking about this in the day
=> unresolved & was not a verbalised thought but still there]
D1 - At work, head was checking books, children had answered all questions wrong, even though they were simple for them 6-2=
Other teachers defended me as if to say was not my teaching clearly children were not listening, or paying attention to their work.
Outcome other manager set work for me to do.

[Primal source of feelings]
D2 - A silver tray is full of very gloopy redish pink viscous stuff with lumps of muscle or flesh in it. It is alive, the red is kind of blood.
Someone is looking for me, but i am hidden, hidden inside the flesh and blood, the body.
I jump out at the end. Ta dar! style.

[Delay tactics 1,2 &3]
D3 - I avoid submitting some artwork by sending different peices of art, they come alive and battle to delay the viewer.
There are 3 waves of attack. The last is made up of lovely fiery bowpeople all in flames, firing arrows.

[Comments]
It is interesting to see that it is not my actions of the day that are important but what resides in the background or behind my actions.
I repressed thinking about work, reading a zombie book and doing artwork : these all plopped to the surface in my dreams.