Azra

I guess I'll just jump right into this. My most recent dream was last night and it was about some sort of zombie/monster things. They were attacking everyone so naturally I retreated to my house in the country where I locked every single door and window and proceeded to trying to contact my close friends and family. A girl from school who I don't know very well, and am just not fond of in general for no real reason, shows up and I recalled that she was apparently my roommate. I was stern in telling her that she was to bring no one to the house that I owned except for immediate family. She just stared at me and I went back to contacting my friends and family.

Once I had them all there I then boarded up all doors and windows except for the back door. I noticed that I had a neighbor while standing on my porch one night. For some unknown reason I knew his name was Aaron Withrow, and I knew he was only seventeen years old. I asked R.C. if she wanted to come with me to creep in his house. Now, normally I don't go around breaking into people's houses but I knew the person who lived there and wanted to see if he was still alive. As far as I knew the monsters had not yet been that far out of the city. The amount of citizens there was enough to satisfy their hunger for the time being. His house was far less protected than my own, so naturally I felt like I was being paranoid.

I rummaged through his house looking for something but didn't know what. The interior of his house was a bit...disorganized. He is a teenage boy though, and a very heavy sleeper I might add. I went to his house almost every day with R.C. and would search his whole house for something that I desperately needed, and each day he was asleep in his locked room and never woke up. Except one day, when R.C. decided it would be a good idea to knock on his door after I became frustrated and yelled that what I was looking for was probably in that locked room.

I was searching the cabniets in his kitchen when I heard shuffling behind me, that I assumed was R.C. and turned around to find him confused and looking rather tired. Before going on, I will tell you that I have an awful habit of making your mom jokes way to often. "Who are you?" He asked me, pushing hair out of his face and grimacing at the amount of light in the room. "Your mom. Why are you awake?" I replied. "Why does that matter? Why are you in my house?" He was starting to get angry. The last thing I needed was an angry DC. "I'm looking for something. I don't know what it is though. Can I check in your bedroom for it?" "Go ahead." He said, and sat down at the kitchen table. His room was unusally tidy for the appearance of the rest of his house. I found a cell phone on his nightstand and took it. It was what I had been looking for and then me and R.C. left after I promised Aaron that I would be back the next day to talk to him. I didn't know why I wanted to talk to him.

I went home and went to find my grandpa (who looked nothing like my actual grandpa) and he confided in me that he was in the FBI and that the cell phone that I'd been looking for held secret information about the monsters in the city and that if something were to ever happen to him I was to delete it immediately after. Shortly after him, my supposed grandma and their dog all died together in my parents bedroom. I hugged them, cried for quite a bit, then deleted everything on the cell phone.

Then went into the living room where everyone was sitting around listening to the song 500 Miles and I started singing rather loudly and could not stop. A few days later monsters started attacking the house and Aaron ran to my house severly freightened. I didn't feel so paranoid now about boarding up my house. When the monsters started breaking through the boards, much like in that stupid video game about Nazi zombies that's title escapes me right now, I began panicking like I often do and woke up. No lucidity but a lot of similarites to the dream my friend R.C. had and she was asleep in the same bed with me, so we suspect it might have been a shared dream.