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(I was a hybrid of Nicole/somebody in this one. At times it was me, and at other times it wasn't me. For the sake of this dream being recorded, I will say that it wasn't me.)

Nicole was doing her daily rounds in the medical bay when she noticed some people were beginning to act strange. Not violent - just. . . Out of the normal. She noted this in her daily log and went to bed. The next day, things were drastically different. People were. . . Mutating. Turning into something that most definetely was not human. Her parter, whom had been doing rounds with her, told her things were changing. Not everything was going to be the same after this. His face was beginning to melt into some kind of lumpy mass of flesh, and when Nicole asked him what h meant, he simply lifted his hand and pointed.

Necromorphs.

One of them was tearing into somebody with obvious enjoyment.

Nicole gasped, and her coworker simply turned calmly and began to walk away. He showed them to a safe house - but it honestly didn't matter. The entire colony, which was situated in the ocean, began to go to hell. The dome that covered it cracked, and the ocean quickly rushed in to cover everything. Nicole quickly got to a terminal, and began to call Isaac, hands shaking and voice barely audible.

He got it.

And the first thing he did was scream. He had to go back into hell to save the person he loved, and it wasn't fair to him, because he'd just come back from the Ishimura. Regardless, he found his newer, better version of his armor. He strapped it on, and with a blinding flash of light, the suit's systems came on.

I woke up right as Isaac was showing up and Nicole was scavenging through supplies methodically in a closet, trying to determine how many people she could save and how many would try to kill her from trying.

I remember I was the person in charge of the Flock again, the not-Max but I was Max at the same time. We were inside of a city, and although it was grating on my nerves to be in such a confined space with so many people, I put up with it. I even got suckered into going to a game arcade. As we didn't have any money, I used my "talent" of reaching into people's minds to have the person at the counter think the leaves we were giving them were hundred-dollar bills.

Now easily stocked up on the arcade money, I took my cousin over to a station (he was part of my Flock), and began to play. Halfway through the game, however, I noticed men. Men that were trying very hard to blend in but failing miserably at it - to me, anyway. I tapped my cousin on the shoulder and whispered, "Hey. Time to go."

He looked confused, and was about to ask me why, but then looked outside and understood.

A little too late. They were onto us.

Taylor and I dashed through the arcade, leaping over the counter and running out through the back. We booked it over to the mall, where I knew the rest of my Flock was inside. Evading a few people, we skidded inside of the doors and I looked around at hyperspeed, trying to find the other four members. We located them very quickly, and not a moment too soon. The men (and one woman, in this case) were on us. I hurried them through the mall, trying to think up a plan - and it hit.

We trapped them, and I infiltrated all of their minds at once. It was hard, and my hold wasn't as strong as usual, but I managed to tell them that they had lost track of us. They had tried their hardest, but we had flown off before they could do anything about it. A few of them added their own details into there, but other than that, things went smoothly. I told them to forget we ever existed, and if they did see us, they were going to think that we were nothing more than some simple kids.

And then we were free again - for a while, anyway. I managed to steal a car, and told all of the Flock we were going shopping for survival supplies. We were all going to have a backpack, and the next few stores we stopped at, we were going "shopping" for the best supplies we could find. And then we were going to leave.

The men were watching us closely, but suspicion was kind of gone from their minds due to what I had done earlier. The Flock agreed with me, as there had been some pretty close calls over the past couple hours, and nobody wanted to go back to the bad place they wanted to drag us back to.

I was inside of Ezio's estate, and I knew the assassin well. He was having a metting of various people inside of his estate, and I gladly invited myself to it - although I didn't really know anything of the tactics they were planning. Instead I found myself heading upstairs with some other girls, though I kind of wish I hadn't. Instantly I found they were Courtesans, and there to keep another assassin occupied.

When he saw me, though, he asked the Courtesans to leave. What ensued was a short conversation, followed shortly by what was - essentially - him asking my permission to have sex with me. I don't know whether I said yes or no, but I probably said no. This didn't stop him from doing "other things."

This part of the dream was kind of blurred, except for the basics. I understood we both took "turns" as a kind of way to explore each other's bodies and see what we liked to do and what it did to the other person. When he started to go for my neck, I readily enjoyed it.

Then I was waking up and getting dressed again - I don't know how far we went in the dream - I paused, because something felt wrong. The assassin was still sleeping in the bed, but it was raining outside. There was a flashlight on the ground, and I picked it up on instinct. Not a moment too soon, either. The lights suddenly turned off with an audible snapping noise, and since we were located on a hillside, I found that half of the city below us had lost power, too.

The television in the room flicked on, and I found myself freezing as fear flooded through me. Voices and whispers originated from the television, and with an audible shout of fear, I found myself sprinting down the staircase and downstairs. I wanted Ezio. He would be able to protect me. I tried to hide inside of a room, but its features were distorting and changing. I threw a hoodie and pants on as fast as I could and then I was sprinting outside, into the pouring rain.

It switched to Ezio's point of view, then, with the assassin feeling a kind of dread. He had remembered hearing me shout, and had gotten up to investigate, only to find me not in his estate at all. He went upstairs, and found nothing. Then double backed and followed the trail leading out to the front door. Getting a Courtesan with him, Ezio got a carriage together and began to investigate the town.

The first stopped turned up empty. As did the second. And the third. With every stop, the assassin got worse and worse, more anxious to find me. . . And eventually, he noticed a tightly-curled little ball of a person underneath a lamplight.

He jumped off of the carriage and sprinted to me, dropping to his knees beside me. He began to touch me, asking me what was wrong, but I was quiet. I felt like I was drugged, like I was another person entirely, and the world just felt wrong.

I woke up before I could tilt my head to look up at him.

This one started out with me being Maka's Weapon, Soul. We were fighting against an enemy, but we weren't really winning. In the end, though, we managed to prevail by learning a new attack. Except we'd lost the agreement we had with the person who had contracted us, so instead we were sucked into his body. Maka and I were seperated and punished for "failing" this mission, and I was told I needed to learn how to be human.

Namely by going to school with my sister.

It really was amazing. There were so many people, and since I looked human on the outside, nobody knew what I really was. Happily I walked with my sister and talked about all sorts of things. Like who the teachers were, what they were like, how many people were her friends, etc, etc. My sister warned me and said not everybody at her school was nice, and to be careful.

At that point in time, somebody tried to pickpocket me. Angry, and getting even angrier that they insulted my sister and me, I reached out my hand and offered it to my sister.

"Give me your hand, sis."

She did, and in a burst of white light, I was in Weapon form, and my sister spun me around threateningly. She didn't have as much skill as Maka did, but it was passable.

We attacked three times. Swinging the scythe down and leaving a deep grooves into the pavement. The person squeaked out in horror and jumped backwards, thinking I'd cleave him in two. I wasn't going to, I just wanted to scare him and send a message that I was not to be trifled with. At the third strike, a teacher emerged and a bell rang.

"Alright, break it up. You, out of Weapon form. Go to class." He snapped. My sister set me on the ground, and with a sigh - and another flash of light, my body rose from the scythe and it disappeared. My sister looked at me.

"Happy first day." She said.

I grunted.

(The title is in honor of how the show's episode titles always end with questions. xD )

I don't know what brought me to this prison, but I was drawn there. Like there was something wrong with it and I had to fix it. I was wandering through the prison, having a hard time concentrating. Some people seemed to be glowing, while other people were looking fine. And then the prison itself would change, morphing into some kind of rusty, blood-smeared, hellish place.

The prison itself was ruled by mean guards who were on power trips. They did violent and horrible things to the prisoners before my very eyes. Cells were overcrowded, sometimes packing more than forty cots into one of the largest rooms.

I was passing by the cell belonging to a boy and a girl when I noticed they. . . weren't glowing like some of the other people in the prison. So I asked them what they had done to get in there. Both of them responded, "nothing. The damn police just locked us up. We haven't done anything." Before I could continue anything, I found a guard approaching me. I had been digging too deeply into the prison's methods, and they probably wanted to kick me out. I dashed out into the next room, where I watched the door slam shut by itself and lock me into a cell.

The world flickered back and forth between the horrific one I'd seen and the normal prison.

Except this time there was a man standing in front of me, holding a sword. He spoke, but without actually using words.

I was scared, but not fearing, of this man. I couldn't see his face, it was wrapped by scarves and his body was covered by a thick jacket. When he spoke, his voice seemed to be both in my mind and echoing in the air around me - like he didn't really have a voice to speak with at all.

He told me he had been waiting for someone like me for a long time. Somebody he could use to punish the sin occuring in this awful prison. He was standing in front of me, then, and handing me a sword I had not known he had been holding.

He disappeared then, and power punched through me. I adopted his earlier style of dress, with the scarves covering all of my face except for a slit for my eyes and mouth, and the heavy jacket making my movements a little slow.

I was scared of such sudden change. And even more scared when the prison morphed back and I found myself holding a sword in a room full of guards. I ran - or tried to.

The man who'd given me all of these things told me that I couldn't run away. I had to help him stop the sin. I frantically told him I wanted no part in it, I wasn't going to kill people just to stop more crimes from happening. Two wrongs didn't make a right. He was quiet, then, and he asked just as quielty, "So you refuse, then?"

"Yes!"

Everything whirled away, and I found myself disoriented on top of a set of stairs.

His voice was eveywhere.

"I cannot wield a weapon that would attack the hand that holds it. You are in my realm now, and here, I will fix you."

I had no other choice. I began to descend the stairs.

My family and I were in this town that was currently on the run from zombies. We dashed inside of a store quickly, and I remember I was following behind them, trying to tell them that these zombies were different than regular zombies. They could think for themselves. They could speak. The only real difference between us was that they were infected by the zombie virus and we weren't.

They didn't believe me.

Other people entered the store, telling us they were heading out of town too. Nobody wanted to get tangled up in the undead thing. The hair on the back of my neck rose up, and I frowned, hiding myself away from them.

I was right to do so. Right as my family was about to leave, having collected supplies from the store, they told us we weren't going anywhere. I knew immediately that these people were the zombies I'd been talking about, and I wanted to shove it in my mom and dad's face.

THey killed my mom and dad before I had a chance to do anything. In retaliation, I hit both of them with a knife in the small of their necks. I do believe that I killed them. That being done, I got the hell out of dodge and ran out of the store, knife still in hand, and down the street. I ran until I couldn't anymore, tears blurring my vision, sobs in my chest. I was alone.

Somebody directed me to a military outpost, and it was there that I finally collapsed. Men with guns poked me, telling me that if I didn't get myself checked out by a medic, they were going to assume I was infected. So somehow, I managed to pick myself up and off the ground and to a medical tent.

There they checked me out and okayed me. I tried to tell them that these zombies were different. They were like us. But nobody would listen to me. I heard a scream on the far end of the camp, and I sat there and closed my eyes.

Then I woke up.

( Note: My dream decided that 'paratrooper' is what it wanted it to be. I wasn't actually referencing to the military branch itself. )

I can remember that I was crazy enough to decide I wanted to try and become a Paratrooper, so I signed myself up for the training and off I went. It was harsh, it was insane, and it felt at times like my body nearly broke itself in two. But whenever it just got too tough, I kept telling myself to do one more foot, another step, another piece of the crawl.

Finally, our final test came. I thought I failed it. The instructor called me and another person into his office, and he slapped two paper packets down onto his desk. He gave us a smile and congradualted us on a successful run. Inside was everything we needed to understand what we had to do to start being paratroopers. Supplies, recommendations, etc.

To celebrate, I asked him if we could make a haunted house, since it was so close to Halloween. Surprisingly, he agreed. The next few days I was incredibly busy, making a haunted house specifically using some of the Paratrooper training course objects. A tunnel you had to crawl through. A rope-wall you had to climb over.

I had just turned everything on, and the rest of our unit were coming in when I woke up.

Sadly, too. I wanted to see how most of them ran it without getting scared.

So for some reason in this dream a friend of mine worked at Disneyland. She told me they were short on waitressess, so of course I offered to help. I was taken to a small restuarant, and handed about ten or eleven tables to take care of. Some of these tables could seat up to about twenty people at a time.

My friend also told me that the fun part was - they got to do it in costume!

I was given this purple and pink dress that looked remotely like a fairy's dress. It made sense, because I was on Tinkerbell's-themed-floor, so the waitressess dressed up like fairies.

From there I went waitressing! It was somewhat difficult, since I didn't know how to give the people the food they ordered, but nobody complained when I told them it was my first day on the job. I made extra sure to charm up the kiddies so that way the parents wouldn't get too mad at me if the food was late.

I woke up shortly after the restuarant closed.

( Though, since it was Halloween and I went trick or treating in costume, this dream made sense. I looked good in the dress, too, even if it did have pink in it. )