11/01/2006
I was at our old house in Krugersdorp, South-Africa. But it was the zombie apocalypse outside. Inside were my parents, my brother and a couple of people I didn’t know. My brother was injured and I feared that he was going to turn. Luckily for him my father convinced me to not kill him, not until he turns. I took his M-16 Assault Rifle to take out some zombies outside. Right in front of the house there was one zombie, waiting by the fence. I aimed and fired, only to have the round go to high. I tried again, but the rifle didn’t fire. Apparently when it discharged the last round, the bolt didn’t come back far enough to recycle another round, as if I was firing blanks without a compensator. Instead of racking the bolt I decide to use the rifle as a club. After I took care of a couple of zombies, my brother came outside. He instructed me to clean the blood off the grass and tree. Something to do with blood spores. On the tree “hamburger” was written in white chalk. So I washed it off as well as the blood, and then started on the grass. When I got to the front of the yard, I noticed there were about twelve people across the street having an outside meal. There use to be a fence there, but not in the dream. Then other people started coming out of their houses. I called my family to see this and we commented on the stupidity of these people. Just then zombies started coming from the backyard through our fence, and some from the front. We fought to get back in through the front door. We all made it safely.
I got to school, only to realize that I forgot some material for Math class. So I headed out to go get them. I was planning to be back before twelve. Somehow I ended up in England and Emma was not helping me. I missed two exits and had to turn around in a dirt parking lot in front of a police officer. I witness some accident, but left. Emma took me to the train station. Then she ran off, saying something about having a great way to get me back to school, and quick. I was frustrated since I was already late. Finally Shannon arrived in a flying device that resembled the flying machine by Leonardo Di Vinci. It had a much sturdier metal frame, and looked like it could have held six or seven people at once. I gently made it known to Emma that there was no way I was going to use that contraption.
I was in the Middle-East, but first only through a video game. Then I was getting chased by my brother. I found a hotel, but the door is locked. I turned around to find a door that might be unlocked. I turned around to see a woman unlock one of the doors, so I took it. Just as I locked it from the inside, my brother showed up on the other side. I started looking for a way out, he made it inside before I could find a way out. That’s when I noticed that my parents were there. We were having a conversation as I played with my camera. I took a picture of the Alt Frau when someone commented about staying here, in Iraq for about ten more years. I replied that I would not want to, nor do I want to raise my children there. My parents were not so excited about that statement. I realized I had said that a little too load, and was worried that one of the neighbors might have heard, I didn’t want to offend anyone. Then someone was at the door as I was about to leave, it was just my sister luckily and not some crazy neighbor. She started arguing with my brother about something he was suppose to do, but didn’t. Apparently she had learned how to pray at a mosque, and was trying to teach my brother, who got bored and stopped showing up.
(My family are Christians, so I have no idea why my sister was learning how to pray at a mosque)
I was in an apartment watching a weird show. They were sending food to China via a row of baskets tied together attached to balloons. They were loaded with white packages. The first row was released too early and other two were still being filled up. As I decide to head out I noticed that I had finished a couple of beers, so decided not the head out and continue watching the show.
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