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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. )