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It was late one night and I was hanging with my friend Louie, and we decided to go to my friend Tom's house. When we got there, we took off out shoes. Louie was wearing black and green shoes. We left them in a pile with other people's shoes. Then Tom told us they were watching a movie upstairs and we could start one downstairs. Now, even though we were at Tom's house, this house was built exactly like mine. So Louie went into a room that connected to another room in the basement and he sat on the bed to watch a movie. I decided to go upstairs and wee whose shoes were there. Upstairs I saw Dalton.

People are getting diseases and turned into zombies. My friend and I are stuck in the same household with a bunch of other kids that are sick, but we're not. This one guy that's in charge is also sick and is beginning to turn into a zombie. My friend and I go to the basement to find guns to kill the ones that are turning to zombies. We find some but when we shoot, it turns out that they are water guns! We go in the basement and find a box of Kleenex that says "OPEN". We open it and there's a gun! We see the guy that's in charge go digging for something in the basement, so we hide. I take aim and shoot, but nothing comes out again. He panics and takes off the seat on the exercising bike. The gun's in there! My other friend takes it away from him and shoots him. It's the real gun. The funny thing is that I have had this dream before. In this dream I was looking for the gun because I remembered the area where it was from the previous dream I had.

Weirdest dream ever...we were part of a triathlon in france; that ended in Jaisalmer, India. The first section was on camel, the second section was barefoot running. During the second part we found out that the police were after us. You ran into a little shop to hide but then when I stepped in there was a random man inside who didn't know which door you had gone through. It was now like a massive student house with loads of doors/levels and covered in anarchy/protest posters. I went down to the basement and Mark Webber was in there with a scale model of the landscapes we had to cross trying to work out the best way in to Jaisalmer fort. After discussion with him I decided to continue on my own because I couldn't find you. I don't know if I got there or found you because I woke up.

A murderer escaped from prison and we had to go to the area where she had gotten away. it was raining and storming badly. me and my dad went to the area and did what we needed to do, including purchasing a plastic tuba. Then we returned home and i went to bed. the storm woke me up. i turned on the light being revaled to anyone outside and went to close my window. it was stuck i couldn't close it quickly then, a flash of lightning revealed a pale women with messy hair who said "why dont you just leave that window open for me". It was the killer who could see me. I was standing vunurable and petrified until the lights went out and i went to go wake up my sister and parents. they came and were sympathetic and ready to take action. i then went into the basement so i could be more safe. Then i saw the pale women walk up the stairs holding playing cards heading toward my room where my family was. The fear woke me up.

I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

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