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Prelude: Okay, so I had just rescued two new puppies about a few days ago. Yeah, sure, they are adorable and all that, but I do not think my mind has gotten used to them apparently. They pee and poop just around every square foot of my house in between when I take them outside to relieve themselves (Which is one every hour or two), and that stress of having to clean up after them directly ties into the dreams I have been having. Interesting stuff indeed. Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM Woke up at: 10:00 AM NIGHTMARE I am at a house in the countryside. The sky is red and the clouds are black, indicating a sunset. Me and some people I know take refuge in the first floor of the building. The second floor is filled to the brim with bats, so we cannot go there. I do not exactly know what happened while I was there, but I begin to have a flashback to when the apocalypse first began. It started during a normal school day. The flashback starts off with me and my friend, <PERSON>, running through the halls with a bunch of other panicked schoolkids. We discuss where or what class we should hole up in. I am on my way to my Biology teacher, and he is on his way somewhere else. Funnily enough I was also moving in a chair with wheels while this is happening. I lose track of <PERSON>, and I am stuck, alone, in a barren hallway. I lost my way and I cannot find my Biology teacher. Immediately I start bolting it, running away as fast as I can from the hordes of zombies headed my way. I have never run so fast in my entire life. "The past is dead, your fate is sealed." Music plays in my head, highlighting the intense situation I am placed in. It sounds like the Biolizard theme from SA2 but with rewritten lyrics (That quote above is from that dream song). I find the employee break room. There are a bunch of distressed, depressed teachers who have given up on survival and are waiting it out. I look through a box of appliances. I try looking for a knife to stab any zombies in the head in case one ever came by. Instead I find a pizza cutter and some cookie cutters. The dream ends not long after that, but I distinctly remember recalling my previous nightmare and how I could not punch or fight properly in that dream. It is possible I could have been on the cusp of lucidity.