Adnai

I remember I was inside of this school. I loved to climb about the outside, to jump all over the railings and discover new shortcuts and ways for me to sneak in and out. I also had a favorite teacher, one of the few inside of the school. Her name was Ms. Honey, and she was in charge of the younger kids, ages 7-12. I often found myself dropping by the large windows outside of her classroom, waving to her before I continued about my day.

But something was different about my town. It was tense. It was scary. People talked in hushed whispers about the government and refused to tell the children why.

I ignored all of this, and went about my day at school. But while I was in the hallway to the upstairs apartments, I saw something. . . strange. Men in military garb, in the janitors apartment. They murdered him, a quick knife slash to the throat, and quickly left. I was shocked to my very core. I had liked the janitor, he had been a nice man. . . But he didn't stay dead. What seemed like seconds later, his eyes opened, bloodshot and dialated, and he shuffled back up to his feet.

I don't know how I knew, but I knew the children and Ms. Honey were in danger. Quickly escaping the building, I climbed on the outside and dropped by her window, frantically banging on it. She opened it up, allowing me inside, and closed it again. I was out of breath, my heart was hammering in my chest, and all I wanted to do was get them the hell out of there.

I began to tell her that we had to leave. Right now. If we didn't, people were going to get hurt and the children wouldn't be safe.

She didn't believe me.

I told her the government had just paid a visit to the janitor upstairs.

She paled, and looked at me. I nodded my head back at her, and she quickly spurred into action.

"It's time for an evacuation drill." She said, a slightly serious look on her face, "Kyleigh will help you outside. Today we'll be learning how to get out of the window."

The hallways weren't safe. No telling how many people the janitor had infected. So I hurriedly opened up the window and helped the kids out, one at a time. I helped them to the edge of the roof, where they all dropped, one-by-one, into the street. Ms. Honey came out last, when the classroom was empty.

She paled.

"I'm missing three children!" She told me. I ambled over the rooftop, back to the window, and found those three kids returning, with a zombie in tow. They didn't seem to realize he had his throat injured, and nor the way he tried to grab at them.

The girls saw me and walked over to me, loving the way I walked so easily over the school's exterior. They thought I could walk on air. I smiled as calmly as I could and said we were doing a drill. One girl I helped up and ushered to the window. The second followed. The third was a little bit short.

"Oh, don't forget my new friend. He'll get lonely."

"I won't, honey. Up, c'mon, jump up." I said, also as calmly as I could manage. She did, right as the zombie shuffled to greet us and I got us away from it. The stupid thing didn't know how to get on counters and through a window.

Ms. Honey looked at me, relieved as she collected all of the children - including myself - and directed us away from the building.

The government came shortly after. I remember watching as we were all quarantined, tested, and released, and then the building was set on fire. I watched that firery inferno lick and eat away at the building's insides. One of my most beloved playgrounds was toppling to the ground. I cried a little as it went, but said nothing more.

I had saved Ms. Honey and twenty children from becoming zombies, and that was all that mattered to me.

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This next dream was very misc. and slightly fragmented.

I remember there was a construction sight where the men there decided to shave a hedge to make it look like Genie just because they felt like it.

I felt very exasperated throughout the course of the dream.

For some reason, Vincent Valentine owned an ice cream/bakery stand. I knew not why. He also owned a celllphone, haha.

I woke up roughly 2 times this night. Once at 3:55, and the other a minute before my alarm clock went off.