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I was with a few friends staying at a hotel but we were outside somewhere and I headed back to our room to shower. When I got there, there was a guy in the room I did not recognize but I ignored him and quickly got into the bathroom. This guy noticed when I went came back to grab something and feeling alarmed, I quickly went into the bathroom and locked it. Immediately afterwards, the door opened to see the guy trying to get into the bathroom and feeling scared and panic, I tried to lock the door again to find that it was broken and the guy kept on trying to get in and this push and pull happened three times. I was feeling really scared and just then, a Friend A came into the room and stared down at the guy who randomly happened to get into our room. I don't quite remember what happened with the guy afterwards but I hugged my friend while I was crying, and relieved that she was there. Then I was me crying to Friend B in the hotel room with a few other people and she consoled me. Friend C was there comforting me next and then afterwards, I was talking to someone about something when I heard Friend D's voice in the other room and I jumped from where I was and went over to him. I then embraced him while I was crying again and when I looked at him, he looked like he was about to cry as well. He said something that made me laugh but I totally forgot it after I woke up. All of the friends are my friends in the waking life.

: "My dream started out with my daughter and I. We lived in Seattle. She was at school and i was out. The end of america was beginning and it was getting violent. It was like a blood bath. I ran and got my daughter out of school. We had to jump out a classroom window on the second story and climb down a tree to get out safe. My daughter was scared crying. I told her to be brave and that we will be alright. We started running avoiding people we saw on the streets. I found a car and started driving us away. It died quickly so we started running again. We eventually found a overpass where we could hide underneath.there was an area with a dozen trees all gatgered closely. There was also a tree on the other side of the wall underneath that was by itself. But someone else was in the tree in the next corner. He jumped down and walked over to us. I said I need somewhere for ny daughter to get rest. He said it was quiet around there and that we could use the lonely tree. We couldn't use the clumped up trees because they could set fire easy and I wouldnt see if anyone is getting near. He helped me get her up the lonely tree. I climbed up and held her until she stopped crying and slept. I watch people run through the underpass not seeing us. I was scared for our lives. The man shandd us a door to a underground tunnel the next day. He said it was brutal down there. But there was a food storage close to it but that was seperate. It was near the trees. We were able to eat and drink for a couple days. The man said he needs to go out and check the area. I told him we needed to get going. We were heading north to Canada to start again up there. That we needed to live. He said maybe one day we would see each other again. Tgen my daughter and i took off trying to find a train.

I'm lost sometimes alone sometimes with other people in a place I'm not sure of but I seem to know my way around. The place is always dark, gross, and abandoned looking. Bloody and rusty rooms and everything is trashed. I normally have a flashlight because everything is dark. There are disfigured monsters always chasing after me, some are different from others, some are slow, fast, so look more disfigured than others with rotting flesh and very bloody. Most don't have faces just lumps of flesh with arms and legs. The place I am in I can never escape. I seem to run around hopelessly. When there is someone with me they always try to find a way out but fails.

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