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I am on a field trip with my students and the last night it is time for bed but I say "wait, I have a little gift for each of you students". This means they have to wait for me to get my gifts ready. I return to my room and start to gather the little gifts and it takes a long time. I return to big room where we are to meet and I give out gifts but the whole process is much slower than I thought and much of the dream is about me trying to find the right number of souvenir gifts from my bags, my closet, my shelves and even outside in trash. I can only find about half as many gifts as I need and no one says thank you and it is getting confusing. Childlren are ready for bed but I am not through looking for more little gifts to give a way. I am aware that it is too late to be doing this.

I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

The zombie apocalypse occurred. I was in the mountains, and I can't remember how the dream started. I was walking down Highway 131 at night, and there were people parked on the highway. They were all looters. One fat man was wearing a pig mask and a wifebeater. Anyone who had been bitten and killed was put in a plastic trash bags, and the looters were tearing the bags open to get to the people's wallets and other items of value. This was causing most of the looters to become infected. A woman that I don't know took me to a medical facility, where it looked like they were doing disease research. She tried to make me help, and I didn't want to. I protested. The next thing I remember was walking through the streets of downtown Denver. There was a large wall around downtown, and the city itself was secure. People were going about their regular daily lives. Anyone who fell ill or committed crimes were pushed out the front gate into infected territory. I watched a family push their coughing teenage daughter into infected land, and they were showing no signs of sadness or remorse.

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