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Had a (very short) lucid dream!

First dream:

I was in a bookstore/library with my cousin. He told me I had to get a book for him, and I told him I actually had a copy of it. I told him to follow me and we left the bookstore. When we left there, we were in a corridor full of classrooms. I got into one and showed him my copy. It was literally a photocopy of all the pages of the book. He got mad and told me he wanted the real book.

Then, a girl I know walked into our classroom and told me she missed me. I hugged her and started talking to her. My cousin got really pissed off and kept interrupting us at every other word. Finally, I had enough and asked her to wait while I'd get the book for him.

We left the classroom and walked back to the bookstore/library. He told I didn't have to pay for the book, I could use my PROCSOM (wtf is that? no idea) card. I agreed and went to the PROCSOM part of the place. I told the woman who worked there my name and she gave me some weird glasses. With the glasses, I could now have the book.

Since my cousin had the book, I left the bookstore/library and found myself an empty classroom. I tried to put the glasses on and it took me a while to understand how it worked, it was very weird. I got it right and started going back to the classroom my friend was. I opened the door and she was talking to two other people. I woke up.

Second dream:

I was in a subway station. There was a group with me and we were making sure we could live there, since outside was full of (surprise, surprise) zombies. We managed to find a tiny room with glass walls that we could stay. We could see everything on the subway station from inside, but people outside couldn't see us.

But it was too tiny and I decided to go looking for somewhere else. The people there followed me because... I dunno, because it was my dream, I guess. There was a little girl who was with us who started crying and she said she couldn't stay with us, she had to go and find her parents. We told her we didn't know if they were alive, but she just ran away.

I was sad, she must've been about nine and I doubted she'd survive outside. We still kept exploring the subway station until we found a hidden floor that had hospital rooms (?) and a huge room with tables. We shut everything and decided to stay there.

We put two people in each room to sleep, cause if someone died, they'd turn into a zombie (The Walking Dead logic). That way, the person sleeping with them would hopefully realise the person had died BEFORE they turned. As I was walking on the corridor of the hospital rooms, it clicked how stupid our plan was and I decided to check on the pregnant woman's room to see if everything was right.

It was not. She had had the baby, but the baby was choking and dying. Someone walked inside and cut the baby right above its chest. A bunch of white stuff came out of it, I think it was supposed to be normal, but I put my hands above MY chest and realised that that had never happened to me. Somehow, I knew the baby was as good as dead.

Too disturbed by the baby dying, I left the room and went to the huge room with tables. There was a woman there and I had a thing for her. I told her to meet me in one of the hospital rooms so that we could get together. She said she'd try, but her husband might get suspicious. Her husband then appeared and started shouting at her. He was very abusive.

While they were arguing, I walked over one of the tables and found lots of letters there. One of them was from the little girl's father and I got even sadder. Then I noticed there were about five letters to the woman I had a crush on, plus one "secret" note.

Hold on. This is a dream! Unfortunately, I started feeling my real body. I was ready to give up, but I thought about the competition. I rubbed my hands together and it helped a little, I couldn't feel my body anymore, but I knew it was a matter of time. The woman walked to where I was and told me it was okay to wake up. I told her that I'd at least get the letters all organised to her and find the secret note that had disappeared while I was rubbing my hands before I woke up. She looked so miserable that I wanted to give her something to hold on before I left.

I put the letters in chronological order (there were dates on them), but I couldn't find the note. I handed her the letters, apologised for the note and wished her good luck with her abusive husband... and I woke up.