(This was a three-part dream from me constantly waking up. I'm going to have to find a better solution for this.) The first dream involved zombies. Granted, it wasn't a very large zombie area, but I remember that I had to get to something and zombies were in the way. Very, VERY short. Inspired by all the Resident Evil: Apocolypse trailers I've been seeing everywhere. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I was in one of the WTC towers when it was hit by one of the airplanes. I had my golden retriever, Sam, with me, but shortly after that, I saw that everybody was going to lose it. So I shouted, "it's okay. Stay calm, and we're going to be okay. We're going to start taking the stairs outside." We were on the lower building levels, and surprisingly, everybody did as I asked them too. We all began to walk out of the building calmly, as though we were doing a drill instead of a response to a terrorist attack. My dog was seperated from me, and I wanted to call out his name, panic, and run to him, but I knew I couldn't. People would freak out if I did. So when I evacuated the building, I wrang out my hands and asked a fireman to help me locate my dog - but Sam came trotting out when I called his name. I lead him away from the building and towards someplace safer, petting him all the while. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This one was more difficult to recall. I know that I was wondering where the hell something was, and I was helping my friend build something for HIS friend. I'd met this somewhat cute guy when I woke up. He had a couple of facial piercings, and I remember he said he was on the East Coast (or somewhere close to it).