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Two dreams during my nap. The first involved a co-worker that I get along with really well. The zombie apocalypse had happened and my co-worker and I were part of a small group of people that large companies who had started to rebuild themselves after the apocalypse would hire to go into heavily infested buildings and clear out the zombies so they could use the facilities again. Along the way we would pick up food, medicine, scrap, and anything that we could find of value and sell it as part of our fee for doing the job. My co-worker had her teenage son and daughter with her (she has no children in real life), and there were I think three or maybe four other older gentleman that was part of the group.

In my dream we had several new stops for where we could go and one of the places on the list was a pet facility that I had worked at before starting the new job I had now (I hated this job and was miserable though none of my past grudges came up in the dream. It was just another building to me). It was an especially bad job because it was filled with turned animals which, at least as far as the dream was concerned, were one of the more difficult problems you could deal with.

So we got into the main lobby and were talking about how we were going to handle this. I was told that I needed to stay back along with the two teenagers. Suddenly the lobby was overrun with zombies. I tried to help fight, but even though I was firing my gun and hitting them nothing was happening. Like if you were playing duck hunt and your little controller gun was broken. My co-worker finally convinced us to run and we went to the arena (the building was originally a warehouse and he had made the middle part this huge open area where dogs could play and such). I remember the structure of the building was all wrong. We were able to go straight into the arena area from the lobby where in the real building there is a long hall with two other sectioned off parts on either side before you reach the arena ramp.

My co-worker told us to get into the arena where we would be safe, but as we were going down the ramp we saw where the arena was flooded with zombies, most of them dogs. We rushed back up the ramp and along this pathway towards the hotel section (that didn't actually exist in the real building) and into the hotel (he had built a giant wall that made it look like a building within a building). Instead of there being the dog kennels like I remember we were greeted with a series of rooms that didn't seem to make any sense. They lead into each other haphazardly and there didn't seem to be any hallways that you could go down. We all got kind of split up until I finally found my co-worker again.

Everyone had decided that this work was just far to dangerous and not worth the time and effort so they were going to scavange what they could and just drop it. Her two teens had found some medications in the vet clinic part of the building (one of them being an anti-itch med that I bought for my Bella just today actually). After we met up with them we started to run out of the building and that's about when I kind of woke myself up.

During the whole thing I don't remember seeing any zombies that looked like anyone I knew who worked there. They were all just either animals or nameless faces.

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My second dream was a rather abrupt one that happened after I feel back asleep. I was in this building with someone else. I can't remember who they were or what they looked like. We were in a building that was supposed to be haunted. I ran upstairs for some reason and realized suddenly that something bad was about to happen and started furiously trying to get back downstairs again. There was a sense of urgency like I had to get out immediately. I ended up running into the person again as we both fled. We managed to get free of the place and hopped into a car and started to drive off as fast as we could around the parking lot. Then it ended.

I know there was a lot more to it I just can't remember any of it. It left me almost as soon as I woke up.

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Two dreams last night. The first I was at this massive gathering on some sort of lake that had been frozen over. I was with a man who, at least in the dream, was my boyfriend. We were all dressed in these outfits out of the 1800s and I had on this beautiful maroon colored dress. I was standing around talking with my boyfriend and some of his friends out on this lake when all of a sudden this giant ship sailed up, breaking through the ice on the lake. My boyfriend told me that it was his families ship and that they were very old fashioned and so we would have to be extra careful with how we acted.

Everyone boarded the ship by climbing up the sides of the boat and once we did we were greeted by a large group of elderly men and women. His mother was in the most extravagant dress with these large feathers and flowers in her hat. He introduced me and she didn't seem very pleased, but he didn't seem to concerned about it either. Eventually everyone dispersed around the ship and the party continued. I remember that he had to constantly correct me in all these tiny little manner related things that people just didn't concern themselves with anymore like making sure I was sitting a certain way or that my arms were being held in front of me just right. Just for his parents and their friends. He also wouldn't let me get to close to him because it would seem inappropriate, but we had fun sneaking little touches here and there when no one was looking.

After a while, for some reason that was never explained, he told me to take off my dress so that I was just in a slip that could have been a dress all its own. The other women were doing it as well so I allowed him to help me out of my dress. We sat down again and continued talking and flirting as we had been all evening when he suddenly said he had to go and he would be right back. So I was sitting by myself when this other boy came up and sat down beside me scooting me over. I remembered him from earlier as one of my boyfriend's friends and we started up a conversation when he brought up the subject of math. He pulled out a sheet of paper that contained three division problems and had me start trying to solve them. I remember using the right method to solve them, but he kept telling me I was wrong and trying to get me to use this odd way of solving them. To prove that he was the one that was wrong I started doing the last problem on my own, but I got to a point where I completely blanked out and couldn't remember what I was supposed to do next. At this point I ended up waking up.

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The second dream I had was much shorter and really bizarre. It was like every overly macho fighting game you've ever played. I was seeing everything from the view point of your stereotypical buff fighter with long hair. There were two other guys in this sauna in some sort of shower room. Earlier they must have done something to my (or the guy that I was supposed to be) girlfriend. From there it was pretty much typical "I'm going to destroy you" dialogue and they started wailing on each other. At one point the girl kept trying to come into the room even as I was pushing her out each time telling her she was getting in the way. The dream pretty much ended after I beat the dude up.

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So I was at a large concert like gathering with my now girlfriend and another girl whom my brain perceived as her ex though I've never actually seen her before. I guess just how my mind imagined her to be. There was a group of people on stage and while they weren't singing they were talking to the crowd and getting us all excited. They were asking people random questions and just doing random things to engage everybody and often times they would single out audience members for one reason or another. I didn't think much of it at the time, but my girlfriend and her ex were sitting rather close to each other while I was at least three people away from both of them (significance maybe?), yet I didn't feel immediately jealous or left out in anyway.

Normally I'm a very shy person in large crowds and I mostly tried to keep to myself only interacting with the rest of the crowd when the performers singled me out for something. Yet as the night went on I became more and more open until I was shouting things out of turn. At one point they threw a large deflated thing that looked like a mini hot air balloon into the crowd. They tossed me something to blow it up with and rather then feeling anxious and nervous at being on the spot I was actually excited. I started to blow it up, but the thing slipped away from me and went zooming into the crowd. Rather then being embarrassed I made a witty remark about it and got the entire crowd laughing. I remember being so proud that I was breaking out of my shell and I turned to look at my girlfriend who was busy talking to her ex and the two of them were laughing. She had missed the entire thing and was completely ignoring me. This was the first point in the dream that I started to feel jealous. I closed the gap and tried to talk to her, but her and her ex just ignored me like I wasn't even there and continued their own conversation as they watched the group perform. I woke up feeling angry that she had completely ignored all the wonderful social progress I had made in favor of goofing around with her ex.

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Ugh I have the most horrible time remembering dreams when they're not full blown nightmares. Need to work on that, especially considering my last one was rather pleasant up until the the end. Oh well I'll write down everything I can recall, which isn't much.

I know that I was in a strange house with a group of people that I knew in the dream, but have no memory of ever meeting in the waking world. I was in an attic that was nothing more then the wooden skeleton of the house. No carpet, or color on the walls. There were boxes packed with stuff shoved off to the side and it was really bright. Much brighter then an attack should have been though i don't remember seeing any lights. It was almost like it was natural sunlight though there were no windows.

I was running. I think it was some sort of race that I was determined to win. So determined that when my cat Dahlia stepped out in front of me I didn't bother to stop. I simply jumped to try and jump over her, but I failed and ended up stomping on her. At first I didn't feel bad about it until I stopped to pick her up and look her over. She was badly hurt with scratches on her chin and face, but the worst of it was her front leg. The skin and muscle had been completely torn away leaving bloody exposed bone. The skin was just dangling from her with her entire paw hanging off of it. She wasn't acting like she was in any pain, but just had this really angry pissed off look, though deep down I knew that she was dying. I was so upset that I actually ended up waking up from it.

I then proceeded to hunt down my cat and snuggle with her under the covers for the rest of the night, much to her annoyance.

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