11.23.2012A New End (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Realizing that I do not have the project I am supposed to be working on, I remember that I had handed it to <PERSON> after lunch for her to take back to the room. Upon asking her, she admits that she accidentally left it in her last class. She agrees to go get it if I walk with her. "What building is it in?" I ask. She says some weird name that I have never heard of. I figure it must be something specifically for music students. As we are walking from our dorm, I notice some people eating and I become extremely hungry. I also have a horrible feeling that today somehow marks the end of the world. I tell <PERSON> that I want to eat some really good food since it might just be our last meal. She wants to know what I mean, so I tell her about my feeling. "Why would the world randomly end today?" she asks. "I do not know... But still, it is close to dinner time and I want food." We make it to her class and she gives me back my project. She points to a sign on the far end of the warehouse-like building that says something along the lines of "Suzie's Corner." "That is a good place to eat," she tells me. I am amazed that there is a restaurant in here that I have never heard of before. Weird... When we go over there to get food, there are a lot of men in construction get-up walking around working. Something feels really off all of a sudden. The restraunt is near the opening of the building, and it becomes apparent that all is not well outside. In fact, there appears to be a growing congregation of zombies. "Are those... zombies?" I ask, not sure whether to believe my eyes. "Um... looks like it," <PERSON> answers incredulously. As we search the zombie infested campus for our friends, it becomes clear that these are not normal zombies. They are fast moving when they want to be, and they have limited speech capabilites (mainly to assure their victims that they will not bite them). They also seem to have no desire to eat human flesh, only to infect. It later becomes apparent that they are extremely interested in candy, so I refer to them as Adventure Time zombies. Along the way, we find several of our friends who are alive and well. But each one of them soon falls prey to the zombies, one by one. At one point, I am holding a girl I know as she cries--- her best friend had just become a zombie and I barely stopped her from turning the girl into one. Soon, I feel as though I am the only human left. <PERSON> is still alive, no doubt, but we have become separated and it would be foolish to stay here. So I manage to escape campus (despite the blockade attempt made by the zombies), and begin walking through a stretch of woods towards the city. It is not long before I am attacked by a possibly infected weasle. I stomp on the thing several times, clearly crushing it is back, but it keeps coming at me! Finally I hold it down with one foot and grind my other foot into its head until it dies. I am somewhat disturbed by my brutality towards this animal, which causes me to abruptly become lucid. Yes! I fly toward the city, currently content with just exploring. But I become briefly distracted by a scene that I will not describe here. I leave the distraction behind, somewhat annoyed at myself, and head further into the city. <PERSON> suddenly catches up with me and asks what I am doing. "I am dreaming," I tell her, "so I guess I am going to look for something fun to do." She asks if she can come with me and I agree. The dream deteriorates when I run into my mom, and her pushiness makes me lose lucidity.
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