Last night I had the most clear and vivid dream about the end of the world, from zombies.
Interestingly enough I woke up at certain points of the dream and when I went back to bed the dream continued like after pausing a film, anyway here is the dream.
I remember not much about how it started but once it did, I was with a group of survivors and we were sticking together and I was happy to find that I had a serious sheathed knife in my right pocket, on my left a concealed .45 cal handgun, and on my back a sub-machine gun of some kind I have never seen before.
With the group was my brother teaching me how to load this unfamiliar machine gun and how to put it in safety and such, we hide out with 5-6 other survivors in an abandoned house, zombies had just arrived and we had to keep quiet and stay low and lock all the doors, thankfully they did not spot us and they were gone after a few minutes, then within the group we had a few people complaining about the situation we were in, some were scared and others ready for anything like I was.
After a bit I started to get more familiar with my weapons and the idea of possibly dying that day, after a few more minutes of searching the house for food and supplies I shout "I need a damn drink" within a few moments a train suddenly appears on the road and stops.
Out of the train pours about 50-75 zombies all loud and hungry for us, so I decided to grab my brother and get the hell out of there with or without the other survivors, we end up finding some sort of a mall/luxury hotel and proceeded to get to the highest floor of the building.
I remember glancing out of the window and seeing the city still all lit up and seeing thousands and thousands of cars fleeing the city, my guess is we were a good distance away from the madness, and it looked like new York city.
After a bit there was a rush of survivors bursting through the doors and running around in a panic, at the worst possible time while I was checking all my guns and bullets and such, so I quickly reloaded everything and got ready.
Then I wokeup..
When I went to bed again the dream continued but less clear and vivid then before.
I did my best to keep quiet and sneak into one of the rooms and barred the door shut with a refrigerator and anything else I could find, as chaos unfolded outside the room I was so happy that I used stealth to avoid both crazy survivors and zombies alike, I had not wasted a single bullet and have not had the pleasure of killing a zombie, soon thereafter the dream started to fade and I woke up again, with no fear, no emotions at all really just a sense of " just made it "
I personally enjoyed the dream, I felt important and above all the other survivors who went around shooting and making noise and overall them being sloppy and emotional and dumb, I did not even have to fire one shot to stay alive and I had the edge of stealth and not wasting precious supplies and ammo.
What a ride that was.
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