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Zombie Dream
I had a dream where me and my homie go on a trip to amsterdam, I don't know if Amsterdam has extremely wide fields or not but it did in my dream. We stayed at an old farm house that my grandmother owned (my grandmother lives in Mexico and we're not exactly rich irl). After we had spent the night I wake up and my friend is looking outside the window towards the field, I get up and I look outside as well. There where crowds of people just standing outside, as far the eye could see, they where a lot of them but not so much that you couldn't see the grass below them. We decided it's best they did not get inside and that we'd best get out of the area. We inch downstairs to the garage which was attached to the basement. I grab a bat from the corner of my eye and my friend throws a rake into the back seat. We get into the station wagon we had driven to the farm house with and he starts the engine up. The garage doors up and we drive out. There was a paved road that we followed for several miles, and I looked around at the grass fields and saw even more people just standing around like the dead. As we continue on the paved road we finally arrive to another farm house, which was also surrounded by people just moping about. I clenched on to my bat and we stepped outside the vehicle. Quickly the people turned around with hunger in their eyes, it was then that I figured out what had happened. These people have become part of the flesh hungry undead. We rage into the house swinging our weapons madly about until we finally reached the front door and opened it. Inside, sitting at a table was an old farmer who was startled by our appearance. After a few minutes of explaining ourselves, he looked at us with eyes of despair. He refused to abandon the home he grew up in the old farmer barked at us. The starving dead had started banging on the windows and doors at this point and we grab the old man and ask him if he knew of a way to get out of here. He nods in hopes of being let go of and he follow him into his basement where he kneels besides a shaggy rug. The struggling man lifts and flips the rug to reveal a trap door leading to some stairs. It was then that we hair the smashing of glass upstairs, the old man looks at us in hopes of removing some pests and pushes us into the suddenly revealed door. After we follow the steps down far enough, the old man who was still at the door looks at us one last time and sighs as he slams the door shut. We continue down the unknown tunnel and follow it to a rope bridge in an open ravine. There a man in a black suit awaited our presence, we both looked at him in confusion. He explains that he's been waiting there for us and pulls out a small handgun from inside his suit. I still had my bat and I quickly rushed him, letting my friend go ahead as I nod in his direction. I shrug the man in the suit off and I follow my friend across the bridge. When we finally make it across we entered another small cave with a long ladder leading up. We don't waste a breathe deciding to climb as the suited man well in pursuit of both of us. As we reach the top, we push a manhole cover blocking our way out. As my friend climes up and out of it, we find ourselves in another crowd desperate zombies in a large runway, where a small plane awaited us. As it seemed that we where unnoticed, we simply slipped by until we reached the plane. As we're about to board, we see something flash before us and then a gunshot. The suited man had followed us up the stairs and was now firing wildly at us. The zombies suddenly alert turned to look at the disturbance. Using the time of confusion we pulled the hatch door open and climbed up to the cabin of the plane. Neither of us knew how to fly the plane and as we looked outside the planes windows, we see the now unarmed suited man wave at us as he shouts our only way to survive. We reach out the plane and pull him up to our ranks and place him in the pilot's seat. He starts the plane and we take off.
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