I don't remember much about this. I was upstairs at my parents house and my brother was acting like a zombie. Although he didn't seem to be an actual zombie, I still felt fear as if I had to run away. It felt as though we were playing some kind of game. After somehow tricking my brother to get by him and go downstairs, he began to follow me. Since he was acting like a zombie, he didn't run, so I could easily get away, but I needed to get the nail clippers from the living room before leaving, which gave him a chance to catch up. I just managed to get through the side door as he entered the kitchen. I locked the door just as he was about to push it open. Leaving via the front of the house, just as I thought I was safe, I realised that he was opening the front door, which was unlocked. He followed me onto the street and I wasn't sure where to run. I awoke around this point.
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