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    1. nightmare from 2010

      by , 03-31-2011 at 08:15 AM
      so first with this being my first entry, im just gonna say that all my dreams (at least the ones i remember) are always nightmares or i wake up with a "dark" or uncomfortable feeling.

      anyway, to start this nightmare off, EVERYTHING in my dream was the same way it is in real life. nothing was out of place or a different color so thats why this one stands out to me more than most of my dreams.

      so i am downstairs in my living room standing with a detective. its night time and all the lights are off but the house has a creepy dim lighting coming from the full moon. i am just following the detective downstairs around my house and we walk to the bottom of my stairs, and from there i dont see him, but the point of view changes to the supposed killer in the house who is standing upstairs looking down on us even though the detective and i are aware. anyway we go into the living room where the detective opens the door that leads into my laundry room and there is blood everywhere, the washer/dryer, door, floor, walls etc. surprisingly i wasnt really concerned because i had the detective with me so we just closed the door and went back into the living room. the living room leads into the kitchen and i go into it and turn my back to the detective for a second, then when i turned back around he was gone. so i walk out and look around the wall that separates the living room from the kitchen and the detective was lying on the ground dead. thats when i start to feel a bit uneasy.
      so i walk upstairs and turn to the right where there are 4 rooms: my dads office, my room, my 8yr old sisters room, and the bathroom. anyway my sisters room is pretty much right infront of you when you turn right from the stairs, and she has a window directly across the room from the her door. so im upstairs and i see a dark figure (because the window is lighting the room from behind the figure) and the person is suspended in the air in the doorway. i take a few steps closer and i realize its my little sister who is hanged from the doorway (but i never see details of the face) which is when i panick, turn around, and the killer (who is also a dark faceless figure) is right behind me and i wake up with the understanding that when i turned around i was killed.
      Categories
      nightmare
    2. Mystery Inc, Rani, sister, home, noon,

      by , 03-20-2011 at 06:05 PM
      1st dream:

      I was in a forest at night time with the Mystery Inc gang. We came upon some Legs (dressed in clothes that were starting to rot) that would cover over by leaves, than we uncovered the rest of the body and discovered a disturbing sight, The rest body of was a skeleton, expect for the unattached head which looked as the person did in Life. Than we came upon other skeletons but part of their bodies (eg.Hands) looked like they haven't rotted yet. Than we came to a hedge and looked through it and saw a mummy (you know the Egyptian kind) and than the parts that didn't rotted and the skeleton hopped over the hedge. End of that Dream:

      Dream 2:
      I was kidnapped (I didn't see it happen), and was sold to a Raja in India who took me for one of his wives (since I looked very beautiful) . He consider me to be important since he made me wife number 1 also known as Rani (Queen), since I was dressed in very Queen-like fashion, unlike the other wives according to Raja (from what I could see in the mirror in the Raja's bedchamber I was wearing a very fancy sari but what's odd is that I had a headdress similar to the one Cleopatra supposedly wore) . We were in the Raja's bedchamber and were getting ready to have sex to see if I would get pregnant (being the Rani, was a big responsibility since I would have to produce a son). We just laid down on the very big bed and the dream ended.

      Dream 3:
      I dreamed it was morning and my door was open, and through it, my sister's door, somehow I know sis was still home. And I check the alarm clock and it said 12:00pm and than sis came out of her room and I thought "how odd sis had work today at 8:30 so what is she doing still here?" Than I woke up for good.
    3. A war and a robot, but not a war with robots

      by , 03-01-2011 at 11:52 PM (Fernanvicīs dream journal)
      01.03.2011
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was supposed to be in class, but was skipping. I saw some MTG cards in a store and wanted to buy them. Then the next day I did go to class and we had to build a robot. I didn't have time to finish it before class ended. When I got home I ate with my family but the robot had followed me demanding that I finish my work. I reluctantly acquiesced.

      He had a human face and looked sort of like my youngest brother (8), although my brother was also there and I could notice some differences. Later I asked him if he couldn't just learn all the physics I knew and work on himself since he was a genius. He told me it would just take him about a week (ouch). I told him I was pretty smart but was very lazy and always skipping classes, although I still managed to get good grades. Then I cheered myself thinking that I had built a freaking robot.

      The dream shifted and I was part of the roman army fighting their last battle in a park. The romans lost and I died fighting. Then the dream focused on my friend from real life M and I became him. The romans were taking away the people who were not warriors who had hidden themselves in a small building (myself included). I grabbed a sword and challenged an important enemy noble to a duel, but in the middle of the fight another man decided to take his place. I managed to cut him on the neck, but it was too shallow. He still pretended to be dying so that he could drown me in the park pond. He failed and he began laughing about how he always did that. Then we started fighting again.
    4. Nick In Bed

      by , 02-21-2011 at 01:47 AM (My Sleepy Mind 2010/2011)
      Original Date: 12/7/10
      Type: Fragment - Non Lucid
      Dream:
      I was in the living room in our apartment, possibly sitting in a chair or standing outside of the bedroom door. Looking in, I saw Nick (my boyfriend who is currently now here with me) lying in bed, the head of the bed was up against the wall closest to the neighbor. Nick was looking back at me, we stared at each other, but weren't in the same room, like we could see but not touch one another. We were distanced.

      Objective Context:
      Spoke minimally to him on the phone the previous night, I'm missing him very much and it feels like time isn't going by fast enough. I'm getting ready for some stressful weeks ahead at work.

      Age of Dream Ego: 26
      Dream Setting:
      At home, comfortable and relaxed. It's my place of solace, my sanctuary away from stress and military.

      Feelings:
      Neutral, happiness, distance, separation but closeness, love and warmth, desire and need.
      Interpretation:
      He is close in my heart by talking on the phone and our love, but he is still distant and far away by the fact that we were separated by a single room, like we could move, but only see each other, not touch and feel.
    5. ouch my b*lls and a stroke!

      by , 01-26-2011 at 07:42 AM
      I was in an underwater world where people travelled by these strange sorts of cages, when i noticed i was underwater i panicked but a DC told me it was ok because they changed my lungs, i decided not to take any chances and hold my breath, so for a while i was being pulled around by those strange cages and then i was on the highway beside my home ( this is it, therre a 50 m drop beneth it http://www.atmb.net/IMG/jpg_ROUTE_AP...TUNNEL-1-2.jpg ) and i was grinding a rail down the middle in my shoes, i alipped and fell on my nuts , i looked down and saw my pants were torn and my b*ll sack too, then i'm at the swimming pool and my coach says i'm fine and gives me some morphine, i walk around there for a while then my coach comes up to me and says "show me your motor functions" so i started saying numbers but then i couldn't control it and the left side of my face goes numb and limp, i understand i'm having a stroke. I hold out my hand to him with my fingers spread and say five , i look at my hand and see i actually do have 5 fingers then my dream fades to black
    6. Lucid dream and school dream

      by , 01-19-2011 at 02:32 AM (Awesomeness's quest for lucidity)
      Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign
      For me to remember, dreams are #067300, and lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1. Nightmares are dark red, #8b0000, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

      Another decently long lucid. As usual, became lucid near the end of the REM cycle...

      My home lucid dream
      May have been a false awakening. As usual, I don't remember much before I became lucid, but I think I woke up and did my morning routine inside the dream. At some point after breakfast I became spontaneously lucid. (I pretty much always become lucid this way)

      I said something to my mom like "Bye Mom, got to go" and walked out the front door. I looked around, and suddenly my little brother came out with my usual vitamins, saying I forgot them. I took them and proceeded. I never noticed him walk back inside; he became insignificant and I forgot about him.

      I walked over to my neighbors' house, unfortunately with no clear goal in mind, (I forgot my dream goals) and as I did the dream faded. No! My dream just started!


      School with no shirt dream

      I was at school. I forgot something as I approached my class. I ran all the way back to my backpack to get it, and hurried back to class.

      Suddenly, I had the insight that I had no shirt on as I approached my class. I panicked, and ran back to my backpack, hoping my shirt was in there. I saw Clark on the way to my backpack.

      I got to my backpack,
      and realized it was black instead of orange, which made me question my situation a little. As I looked through my backpack, I realized my shirt was not in there, that there was no way I could have gotten to school without a shirt, nor did I have three pairs of glasses, and that the glasses I did have were not the same.

      I went lucid, and woke up.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    7. Two personalities, half the homework?

      by , 01-02-2011 at 11:19 AM (Fernanvicīs dream journal)
      02.01.2011

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was at an university. I end up alone with a classmate who tries to hurt me by carving some message (which I didn't see) on my chest.
      I arrive home but there are a lot of people waiting for me at the entrance hall. I begin to get suspicious so I ask them who I am. There is a girl who wants to explain it to me but an old man won't shut up. I make him shut up and the girl explains to me that my classmate is really a split personality of mine and that the people there are part of his big corporation.
      I have a sort of flashback where I realise that all of that is true and I enter my home. Once I'm there I enter a sort of 2D zelda game but at the same time I meet my parents (I was in two places at the same time, not related to the personality thing). I explain to them that I have a split personality but they think I've always been the other guy.


      Dreamsigns: When he carved something on my chest and the whole split personality thing. Also zelda.

      Notes: The most amazing thing about this dream was the flashback when I realised that I really was the other person, it was incredibly realistic and I really believed it.

      Updated 01-02-2011 at 11:25 AM by 40435

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      Uncategorized
    8. Dec 29

      by , 12-29-2010 at 04:36 PM (Doctor's Dreams)
      Hide The Prostitutes!

      I had hired a prostitute. She was blonde, long legged, and very beautiful. We had a lot sex in my bed which I'll spare the details. Time goes on. I hear a door open to my house right as I finish. Obviously I' freaking out so I tell her to get dressed and I run out and go to greet whoever it is. It's my mom's friend (who I made up). She was a short black woman wearing darker earth tones kind of dressed how I would expect a gypsy from long ago to dress, with an ornate shawl and other stuff. She says hi to me and I'm still shirtless but we have pleasantries and all that. The prostitute comes out of my room and my mom's friend looks trouble. "Who is that?" I quickly tell her that it was one of my neighbors who was in the area and decided to drop by. My mom's friend believes this and then I hear more car doors slam shut as more people arrive. I rush the prostitute into the garage and ask her if she has a ride or if I was supposed to give her one. The reason I asked was because this prostitution service was a call and deliver kind of thing. I called and she was delivered. She wasn't answering me which was making me even more stressed out. I could hear more people enter the house. For some reason there were a lot of people coming into my house and I did not know why. Finally she answered that a ride was coming for her and all I had to do was stall.

      I opened the garage door and took her outside and into the front lawn. More people saw her, they were not family, and asked so I told them the same story. They gave her a lawn mower and told her to get started on the lawn. Reluctantly she did. While I made my way back into the house, my mom's friend told me that she was having trouble with the lawn mower. I looked, and instead of going in rows, she was mowing diagonally and was not hitting a bunch of grass. Silly prostitute! I told her how to do it correctly but then brought her back to the garage where she could be seen less and I think it was then that her ride came. It was a beaten up red gremlin, and the woman driving that did a horrible parking job. I got the woman to come back to the garage. She was hot too, probably another prostitute. I told them that if anyone asked, they were my distant cousins that were just in the neighborhood. I was only slightly aware that I had changed the story from before but I didn't mind too much. I shooed them away and they ran to the car and I could hear the screeching of tires. Finally safe! I waled out of the garage only to see that they had hit the curb rather hard and the front fender of their low riding gremlin was bent in. I ran up, told them that it didn't matter and rushed them off. Finally...safe.
    9. Was I really dreaming that?

      by , 12-29-2010 at 11:20 AM (Fernanvicīs dream journal)
      29.12.2010

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I kind of remember waking up, realizing I only remebered like a single sentence for a dream and writing it down. In the morning the sentence wasn't there and I donīt remember turning on the lights to write it, but maybe I was too lazy to write it in the first place.
    10. 12/16 Uneventful

      by , 12-17-2010 at 06:00 AM
      This one is boring, you probably shouldn't read it. I'm only posting it because I've had so few this month that I've been able to remember when I wake up. I'm curious though, the first 2 months I was keeping a dream journal, I'd recall several dreams a week, even multiple dreams per night, but now... slim pickins... Well, here it is anyway.

      Uneventful
      Non-lucid

      NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

      I'm walking outside of the house in which I grew up. My family is living there, and I've been away for some time, possibly at college. My sister and mom are playing in the yard, and my dad is presumably inside. I head for the side yard, and where it used to be a large grassy area with a cherry tree in the middle, there were now stables and a large, fenced in area. I look into the stables as I walk past and see miniature horses inside, a few chewing on some hay, others roaming the pasture area, and still others chillin in their stalls. There are also Canada geese walking around, as domesticated, not free roaming animals. I approach my mom, and we talk bit about the changes they've made since I've been gone. I think it's pretty cool that they've built this stable, and it will be so good for the family to have the extra income coming in from the geese and mini horses.

      Time Lost

      I'm outside with my sister and my dad, near a campfire on the far side of the pasture from the house. It's daytime, mid afternoon, and the fire has burned down to red coals. My sister is lighting small fireworks, watching them shoot up and explode. I approach them, just as she lights a new firework. This one shoots up about 15 feet into the air and explodes into silver powder, which then erupts into a massive fireball. I can feel the heat and the change in pressure, though I'm about 30 feet away. It seemed almost as if there were a hydrogen balloon behind the cloud of silver dust that was burning, Idk. I came closer, making some comment about that last one, when my dad hurriedly runs over and picks up the spent capsule the firework was contained in with tweezers. He tosses it into a beaker which contains some kind of milky, translucent mixture. He swirls it around, and it begins to foam up. He stirs it some more, and it does so again. He is trying to save some of the explosive material to make more fireworks.

      Time Lost

      I'm heading back outside, looking for something, I'm not sure what. I head over towards the stables, and go through the gate. I head inside, looking at the miniature horses. They're all in their stalls now for the evening. It's about 6pm, the sun is still up, but the light is beginning to fade. I walk through the pasture, and whistle for a horse to come over to me so I can pet it. For some reason, the horses are not all in their stalls now, a few of them are standing in the space between the stalls in the middle of the stable. Then I make the Click Click thing with my tounge, and the horse looks up at me and starts my way. Unfortunately, a goose is attracted by my whistling and clicking, and decides to come over to me. The horse looses interest and bends down to graze. I'm a bit annoyed by the stupid goose, but will settle for petting it instead. I hold my hand out and the goose pulls its head back, investigates it and allows me to touch it. I touch the side of its head, and go to stroke its neck, but it takes a snap at me. I try this a couple more times, and get mad. Finally I decide that I don't care what it does, I want to pet it! I quickly stick my arm out, and stroke it all the way from its head to its body. It's now the goose's turn to get mad, and it takes another snap at me, this time, actually nicking my finger. I reach out to tousle the feathers on its head, and it chomps down on my fingers, as if it were trying to gnaw with it's little beak teeth. My fingers are inside the goose's mouth for several seconds, and I remember thinking that I had always believed it to be really painful to be snapped by a goose, but it didn't hurt that bad at all!
    11. Desert Rabbit

      by , 08-23-2010 at 05:42 PM
      I'm a rabbit. That's odd enough.

      Well, I'm an anthropomorphic rabbit - kind of like a furry, but more realistic; I'm actually a rabbit walking on two legs, just human-sized. I'm very light-colored and I'm somehow aware that I have a strip of dark orange fur down my back, though at no point in the dream do I look at my back. I am also a cowboy rabbit (cowgirl, really, though I wasn't really wearing the stereotypical cowgirl suit) and as such I am dressed up in desert cowboy gear. Two fox tails are hanging off of the back of my hat as a testament to my hunting skills.

      I am sitting in the wide open desert, on a rug outside of a tent, fiddling with my gear. Even though it is the desert, it isn't burning hot, oddly enough - the wind's blowing crisp and pleasantly cool, like on a nice Fall day. I look up and a yellow-furred mouse I recognize to be my elder and mentor is walking towards me. I wave, turn to back up my stuff into my satchel, and then begin to walk towards him. He tells me that this desert is different from others and he needs to teach me some of the dangers.

      We walk in a straight line, on a path that is edged by dunes. As we go along, chatting casually, I notice that the dunes are getting more and more detailed - I'm seeing wildlife and strange, colorful plants growing out of them. At one point, in between two dunes on my right, there's a long rectangular pond edged by stones with blooming cherry trees and grass surrounding it. Underneath the cherry trees, the sky is different - there are large, puffy clouds slowly moving across the blue, reflected in the water. It's a bit like a Japanese garden, and very vivid.

      We keep walking, however. One other landscape stands out in my memory. Between two dunes, there are several large leafed-out trees and colorful plants poking up from the sand. Eagerly, I step forward to walk through, curious to see what's on the other side - but my mentor pulls me back, and several seconds later a group of predatory venomous frogs between the sands. He reminds me to always look before you leap, and then says that that's enough for the day.

      There's a small timeskip and suddenly I'm at home, in the kitchen, near my mother - an older plain brown rabbit wearing a blue dress. I remember the kitchen being a very dingy, small version of my grandmother's, with much less color. The windows over the sink have a view of tree-covered mountains, surrounded by gray mist and an overcast sky. (Last time I looked out in a window in a dream, I saw this same view and it was also in a dark, dingy room, over a sink. Potential dreamsign, maybe?) There is a ladder behind me leading to the attic/my room, so I climb up it.

      The room is made of dark, slightly faded wood, and the ceiling seems like it was in a pattern like a wicker basket. I can still hear my mentor's voice in my head, though I didn't see him any more - he is telling me that it is almost Christmas. Indeed, as I look around the room, there are various shelves and my dresser topped Christmas ornaments, though they are scattered and disheveled. My mentor tells me to clean them up to make my mother happy, because she is sad for some reason, so I do - I go around the room and polish and arrange them. There is one set of chesslike pieces of Christmas figures that stand out in my mind for some reason; they are slightly worn and made of frosted blue glass.

      Eventually, I sit back down on my bed to observe my handiwork - the room is considerably brighter and cheerier. In fact, the color itself seems more vivid, and the lighting is as if someone turned off a harsh, sterile white light like one you would see in a doctor's office and turned on a yellowier, friendlier one. I feel happier and warmer on the inside, and I am aware that relatives are coming into the house downstairs. I head back to the kitchen, which is bright and happy once more.

      Then I wake up.
    12. Stuck living with Cee

      by , 08-16-2010 at 11:38 AM
      PART 1 - STUCK LIVING WITH CEE

      Cee is living at my current location...

      She is outside, at the end of the driveway. I go up and say "hi," in a confident charming way, even though I'm only at my current level of fitness... but then I change my mind, think it was a mistake and that I should wait until I'm more prepared, and run off down street (opposite of work direction.)

      At night, I watch from outside as Herm (internet fitness personality) breaks in through a window...

      I realize I have no choice and have to go back home, since I live there too and need a place to stay. I return but try to avoid Cee as much as possible, try to keep interactions "short and sweet."

      She asks how I got there, I say public transport (lie.) She asks if the driver checked out my teeth for some reason, which throws me off slightly. I laugh and say, "not that I know of."

      ANALYSIS

      Gah. I finally went a day yesterday managing not to think of them that much, and then I have a big dream about them.

      Her living here - possibly a metaphor for how she is so deeply ingrained as to be fundamentally a part of myself.

      Watching from outside - kind of like, uh, stalking.

      Herm break in - possibly the archetype for "douchebag" in my mind, reflection of jealousy, worry over other guy "breaking in."

      Forced return - possibly represents the idea that there's nowhere else I can go, she is home. No matter how nice anywhere else is, it's just not the same, it's not "home."

      Keep distance, short and sweet - sort of the pattern that always was... I didn't feel like I was up to my own standards, so I have to carefully edit her impression of me in a positive light.

      Lie trip up - possibly a reflection of my guilt at not being completely honest.

      Updated 08-16-2010 at 11:52 AM by 30838

      Tags: cee, herm, home
      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. Flood on my Birthday!

      by , 08-13-2010 at 05:40 PM (A World In My Head!!)
      July 21, 2010

      Synopsis: Yucky school food again. A frightening flood threatens to drown me and my sister. Gotta get ready to evacuate asap!

      Note:
      I had this dream on my birthday. Just going back in my little journal and trying to log in my entries here.

      Flood on my Birthday!
      What am I waiting for? The lunch line is so long and I just want a bloody salad. The people in front of me are soo slow. I peek over their shoulders and I see the lunch ladies are also serving pasta and bread. Like so many other lunch line dreams, the food is going real fast. But I just want the salad.

      Later I meet up with my family. Me and my sister have moved into our first new apartment in New Jersey, and mom was dropping us off. Our folks say goodbye and drive all the way back south to Texas. It seemed kind of nice at first being so far away from the rest of the family, until I started watching the news.

      A terrifying flood has risen 1000ft!!!! (is that even possible??) And it's coming this way! I look out the window. It's dark outside but I can already see it's flooding pretty bad. It's at least three feet high already. Me and sister are on the fourth floor. We may be way high but the flood is rising fast, and who wants to be trapped in a flooded city?

      We have to leave this damned city!

      I quickly run into my room and toss everything I can think of in my backpack. It's too heavy and I'm pulling out my hairs trying to decide what to leave behind. (I have so many sketchbooks and journals!). I toss my sandals, they're probably useless with this flood.

      Sis is just watching TV casually like nothing is wrong. Hello! 1000ft high flood! Sis yawns and just says "I give up, were going to die. Oh well."

      "I wanna live!"

      I quickly come up with a plan in my head. I'll have to trek in the deep water on foot, probably for miles to reach the next city. But I know the way. I strap my backpack on, I'm ready to leave without my sis - and then there was a knock on the door.

      It's my parents.

      Mom came as soon as she found out about the horrible flood! Wait a minute, how did they drive here when the water was already too high? I look out the window again, and like magic, all the water is gone. Oh that's nice!

      Mom however did not make my dream magically safe with her mommyness.

      Later on everyone was getting settled for sleep. I change into my pjs and head for the kitchen for a glass of water. I walk into the dark living room. When I notice the silhouette of a man next to me, lounging for me!

      I run back into my bedroom terrified, I want to scream but I can't. Sure in dreams there are some frightening monsters and demons you run from. But there is something about monsters that can exist in the real world, rapists, murderers, that invoke a much deeper fear in me!

      I'm so terrified of the invader I want to cry.

      But somehow the invader gets trapped into my closet. My sister opened the closet door just too wide, and he escapes. He was like smoke. And just like that he was gone. I woke up shortly after.


    14. Jock vs depth with CF, spazz kid in kitchen

      by , 08-06-2010 at 12:14 PM
      PART 1 - CF AND PAP

      I'm with CF (an internet personality that I know of but have not spoken to), and some guy - tall, athletic, "alpha" stereotype... reminds me of a friend of a friend, Pap.

      We're at "their" place at some points, or at my current residence at others - that whole weird dream merging effect.

      At one point CF asks me to tell them something about them self. I respond that, "it would only be a guess... well, like, an educated guess."

      They seem stumped and say they'll "have to think about that one."

      There was a lot more but I can't remember...

      ANALYSIS

      I have no idea what would trigger the thought of CF. Haven't viewed their content or thought of them in a long time.

      This scenario seemed like the stereotypical jock vs deep guy cliche.

      - - -

      PART 2 - LOOKING AFTER KID

      I walk into my kitchen, expecting everything to be normal, but find this kid there - about 8 years old, boy, brown hair.

      They're throwing a paper plane around (the nose is bent from crashing into things) and generally being a spazz.

      I get the impression they have some high expectations of me because my brother has told them about me in an exaggerated way.

      I ask where their parents are.

      ANALYSIS

      This may have been triggered by a kid who was spazzing at work. They didn't have a paper plane, but they were generally being loud and running about.

      A manager at work, Mar, knew them somehow and tried to calm them down. I'd kind of acclimated to their noise and it faded into the background, I remember how quiet it suddenly seemed when they finally stopped.

      Maybe when things "fade into the background," they're more likely to leave an impression on the subconscious? Maybe.
      Tags: ceef, home, jock, kid, kitchen, mar, pap
      Categories
      non-lucid
    15. Outbreak

      by , 08-06-2010 at 11:17 AM
      The whole thing starts with me and 2 of my colleagues from school taking refuge in a shelter. It had 3 rows of doors closed one after another and the final one had some sort of combination, not like a seif one. On the right side of the door there were some numbers placed in shapes, mostly triangles but they we're hard to see. You had to figure out 1 of the combinations to close a lock. it had several. After i did 3 of those i quited and went to lay down on a bed. There was a room with 2 beds, just like those found in hospitals. They were nicely done and the chamber looked all nice. There was another door which i suppose it was a bathroom.Now for some details about the plague. It spreads by touch. If you touch anybody infected you turn into one.They looked like some big zombies, walking around trying to spread the disease. They weren't the most intelligent zombies I've seen. They were kinda dumb but they weren't the only ones who transmitted the disease.There were other humans, particularly a young women, 25 years or so. After we lock ourselves in the chamber i lay down on a bed and think of what is happening outside.After 1 minute or so passes i get out of the bunker and head into a small building. It had only one room, and 2 windows. A small one which could be easily opened and a big one which seemed to be just a piece of glas on the wall. Inside there was the woman i talked about.She comes towards me and i just ask her to give me a little time to just say goodbye. She agrees and when she does a man walks past us. She chases him outside and i run to the bunker. After i enter we were to close the doors but she was coming for us. She was pushing the door. All 3 of us tried to close the door but her hand slipped through and was trying to infect us all.I pull back a friend and get touched myself. We close the door and when they( my friends) were coming to me i make a leap backwards and yell " Stop, she touched me!!". After she walks away from the door i walk out in search for a cure. The symptoms were beginning to show . On my hand i had some marks , as if the flesh began to rot. After some walking around i get a bright idea(well it was a dream after all)- Mixing the virus with the blood of a woman immune to the disease and passing it through a series of filters we would get the cure.I head towards her but when i try to get a sample of her blood nothing comes out. I try again and this time i aim for the biggest vein i could see. I finally get some blood and make the cure. I treat myself then start organizing a resistance. I get all of my friends, colleagues, everyone i ever knew and headed to a chamber down the hall.The door is opened by a tall women, 30 years or so and she starts to spread out weapons and drinks. When i get there she only gives me a bottle of vodka and said you'll find enough weapons laying around. I have none left. I take a mouthful of vodka and go on a killing spree. The first guy that shows up ends up on the floor after a series of punches and kicks.I grab a weapon from the floor and hide after a concrete pillar. 2 zombies go to a chamber nearby. I decide to test my weapon. It was pretty useless for ranged combat. It shotted 3 balls of light that moved slowly through the air.I missed. I get noticed and one of them heads towards me. I shoot him and his leg flies away filled with blood.I kill some more of these freaks and the dream ends. It was one of the best dreams i had for a long time
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