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Me and a few other people wen't supposedly time travelling back into 1900's around the time of ww1, but somehow everything blend together, nothing really made sense, only there in the dream I somehow understood
I started to hear clair de lune in the background
the guide\entity told us that this is the final\first day before\after the war and its the day of Saint Valery (idk who that is if its even existing ,interesting though) , that our struggle is over , this is the day of relief
we gathered around a campfire and celebrated ,everyone laughed or cried or was just glad ,it was like if everyone's got reliefed of their problems
as if a period of struggle came to an end
then suddenly I woke up at 3 am to a dog barking outside

I'm not in this dream, just zooming around spectating from different angles. There is three people and their clothes are torn up slightly, and they have blood and dirt all over them and their faces and arms. They're in this grass field that is meant to lead people somewhere, like the home stretch of a marathon race. There's booths, and plastic flagged string leading the grass field one way. One of the guys just sit in the middle of the field and then the other two a man and a woman go sit of to the side by a booth. This place is completely empty, but then I see a mass crowd of bloody zombies groaning and walking towards them. I look to them and wonder why they aren't running away. Then some zombies get up to them and the zombies seem to inspect them, then I come to the conclusion that the people must've put some sort of scent that blocked out their human scent and made them smell dead, so then the zombies start to pass them and continue down the race path, but then the guy who was off to himself gets up and starts walking against the crowd towards the other two and is talking. I cringe because surely the zombies don't talk and will recognize that as a human trait and attack them, but the the other two get up and walk all normally and begin to talk. I am stunned, and then this blueish zombie guy in a torn business suit walks up to my visual and gives me the deepest look and it expresses sorrow, I am shocked, and I am feeling empathy, then the zombie begins to speak, a bit slurred at first, he begins to tell me his life story and he seems saddened by it, I notice it's only his life story since being a zombie, it's as if he doesn't remember from before when he was a human.