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I dream about zombies a lot. Although this was a while ago, this is my most vivid dream. I am in downtown, in a coffee shop. There are people all around me talking, browsing the internet, doing what people generally do in coffee shops. Suddenly, there is no one. I am completely alone in a place that was just moments ago teeming with life. Outside, there are signs of people having been there not long ago. A discarded newspaper on the ground. Parked cars lining the streets. But I am alone out here. And then I am not. As soon as the first one appears, I seem to notice them all. At first they do not see me. But when they do, I know I am in terrible danger. As they charge towards me, I run towards the one place I can think of to find solace: home. Of course, in dream world, it takes but a thought of a place to get you there. I rush inside my house, thinking that the danger is possibly over, as I left downtown far behind me. The house is apparently empty, but I am wary. I rush into the back bathroom, as it is the closest room in the house without windows. Just as I am about to close the door, I hear footsteps. My father appears in the kitchen. "Dad?" I call out timidly. He looks over at me, and I feel a rush of relief. I open the door a bit wider. Then his eyes widen, and he begins to run towards me. "No," I choke. When he is nearly reached the door, I slam it shut. I sink down against the door, sobbing, with my dad--not really my dad--pounding on the other side. And that is where I woke up. As you can imagine, I freaked the fuck out. This is probably my most vivid memory from any dream I have ever had.