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There was a shooting. I approached a wounded enemy gunman, who was squirming on the ground, and shot him in the head with a revolver. I knew I had to save bullets for an encounter with a monster later. There was another enemy with a gun in the distance. I think he shot one of my allies (a girl?). Or he could have been the monster but shapeshifted into the form of a man.

I was in a building that's honestly too hard to properly describe. A bunch of corridors and rooms. One little building looked like a guardhouse, like one you'd see next to car barrier gates. The whole place felt mildly industrial. The place was littered with corpses. A massive firefight was going on. I'm not sure who killed them all, me or 'him'. I had a pistol I was wielding. I was on the ground at some point, crawled over to a dead enemy, and took his revolver. From another corridor came two men. I aimed, shot and killed the first. He was wearing a suit, and didn't look like a merc like the others, but everything happened too fast and I didn't think. Right behind him was Noah Bennet. I immediately recognized him, and disarmed my revolver (gently letting the hammer down). Noah was cautious and kept his weapon on me. He had me put down my entire arsenal (I'd collected several handguns during the fight). We briefly talked (he wasn't really hostile anymore), and I followed him into another room. I briefly thought about asking him about Claire, but decided against it.

Badass dream. I was "hunting zombies" inside what looked like an abandoned, dark apartment building. I encountered the little scorpion-like enemies from Resident Evil: Revelations 2 while crawling in some kind of tunnel/ventilation shaft. They chewed on my legs a bit until I guess I shot them. I had two weapons (that I remember), a mini-crossbow and a revolver (not my usual G19 pistol, an actual revolver). I entered a certain apartment which I knew to be a "resistance hideout". I was pretty sure they would all be zombies by now. I slowly opened the door (very tense atmosphere), and shuffled inside with my gun raised. There was a mirror, and I could see myself in it. I was wearing my black leather trench coat and I recall thinking I looked kinda badass. Like some kind of Van Helsing demon-hunter. The zombies must have disagreed, because they came pouring out of the room from around the corner. I think I killed at least four. I opened the revolver's cylinder, and checked ammo. I had only two rounds left. I removed the empty rounds, then closed the cylinder again. The resistance leader suddenly came out. He was infected, you could tell, but not nearly as badly as the ones I just killed. They were fully "zombified", with a kind of... mold... growing all over their heads. Anyway, I aimed at the leader's head. He did not attack, but rather exposed his forehead in such a way, it was clear he wanted me to kill him and put him out of his misery. I could not pull the trigger because of the "can't pull triggers" phenomenon. I was all out of ammo, for virtually all of my weapons. The leader then spoke, and said he'd help me find ammo for my weapons. Turns out he'd known me a long time (but I didn't know him), he'd been expecting me and he was sympathetic to my cause.

Less epic dream. I was living in a very spacious apartment next to a car showroom (which was on a first floor in a building next to mine). I was tasked by Ferrari (?) to clean up a container in the harbor. I told myself I'd do it tomorrow.

It was after everything changed. There was no more civilization. At one point in the dream I heard someone saying how they remembered when you could order a hot dog with catchup, so apparently we were eating rations. Maybe there was no electricity--I don't exactly know. There was a greyish hue to everything.

I spent most of the dream frustrated because there were old revolvers in perfect working order, but they weren't mine, and there were rifles, but they weren't mine.

I have enough money in waking life to buy a rifle if I want one, but don't want to spend the money right now. I carried that knowledge into my dream and was so mad because there was not buying a rifle now. Everybody wanted them to fight the people who might come around. At one point I told a friend from when I worked at K & C bedrooms that I just didn't want to become a slave in some roving band.

He said he would work on helping me find my own gun, but it never happened. I took a rifle and saw a cartoon of a Monopoly character running through a cartoon town. I got him in triple sights on a rifle, aimed ahead of him, and shot. A pretend drawing of a bullet arced onto the paper and killed the man. I really wanted a rifle then.

Then I was outside. There were a bunch of people, some on a bridge to one side, and some coming up from behind on another side. Right in front of me was a beautiful girl that I recognize from somewhere--probably a movie star or something. She was fantastically gorgeous. Her blouse was unbuttoned a few buttons.

She came up and kissed me square on the mouth. She was leaving her boyfriend. I hugged her close and I kissed the side of her breast. I actually felt her breast mush in. (Why did it have to be a dream?) She had a nice body. I heard her boyfriend telling me I better buy her two cars. I looked at her and told her I can't do that and if that is a problem she shouldn't have kissed me. She said she was only joking when she kissed me.

I told her that I had kissed her once before a long time ago, so it wasn't a joke when she kissed me now. I kissed her on the mouth again, then held her close and kissed the side of her breast again. It was vivid and wonderful.

I had taken 1 Spirulina and 1 B-Complex that night.

This kid was my age and trying to kill me the whole dream with a revolver.

I remember him following me through a neighborhood and into many residents' houses and only me and him were in the dream.
He followed me through a swamp and we fought fist fights many times in the dream and I tried countless times to convince him to not kill me because it was rediculous how everytime I got his gun away from him, he had another.

End of the dream that i remembered was him and I became friends and both talked about our knife collections.
Turns out he acts just like me.

The first dream was extremely fragmented. There are two major things I barely remember: One is that I was lucid for at least a little bit, and the other is that a lady asked me to grab her a revolver. so I walked around looking for one and I did. Last thing I remember was walking around on a dock by the water, and there was heavy fog around me.

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I walk into a 7-11 and I notice there is a computer by the slurpee machine. It was a computer that allowed you to register a brand new credit card. For some reason, I knew one of my friends needed a new credit card, so I sat down at the computer and started imputing information. One of the questions I remembered that showed up on the computer screen was what I wanted the last 4 digits to be on my new credit card. There were like 4 choices, I can't remember what the choices were exactly however. The next screen asked me what I wanted the credit card to look like, and some of the choices included a NASCAR theme, one was a dirt bike theme, another was a video game theme. One of my parents showed up to get coffee while I was putting in the information, and asked me how it was going. Then, my alarm woke me up.