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A friend of mine, me and <PERSON> (who is terribly sick) are sitting by the table buring a cloudy day in my old house. Suddenly there is a call to arms from the radio because of an undead attack, so my friend and me lift <PERSON> (who is not currently capable of walking) and we carry him to the place where we plan to make our stand - just in front of the main doors. Once there we feel very optimistic and we put on our own Batman's costumes. Suddenly something goes terribly wrong and the optimism fades instantly as I see the shocked face of my friend who cannot stop staring at the real Batman. I feel confused and I quickly look at the Dark Knight too. His eyes are not moving ... he is dead! Optimism is replaced by hopelessnes, and I slowly put down my mask and let it freely fall on the Hero's chest followed by my gloves. Panic fills our hearts as we hear the undead (they look exactly like World of Warcraft ghouls) getting closer to the house and my friend runs to the bathroom to hide hoping the ghouls will not notice him. Iam aware that hiding will not work and we might only survive by fighting them off, so I reach him, grab his hand and tell him that he is doing a nonsense and we must get to the kitchen to arm ourselves with some knives at least. In the moment we storm out of the bathroom, a group of ghouls is already marching in and slowly filling the building. At this point a strong feeling of courage makes me feel very confident, so I shout out and run my way to the dishes closet. The battle starts and the dream fades away ...