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At walmart at the tv section, people playing video games, i lost, leave with my uncle in his nice red bmw, says it was only $6500 and wants to sell it, i get mad and magically start driving it, gas pedal is good, breaks were terrible, the pedals were like a sensor panel, turn into a street next to mcdonalds. arrive at an eerie 3 story house, big front and backyard, surrounded by a marsh with tall grass, go upstairs to a porch inside, zombie attack, about 8 zombies, 5 survivors, randomly a bow and arrow appears in my hand, i take too long to shoot, zombie bites my finger, push zombie against the fridge and shoot its face, i look for a weapon and grab a small rolling pin, arms feel slow and sluggish, 3 survivors killed 2 survivors left, one survivor is prince charming from shrek and he was carrying a green book and the other survivor is a random asian lady. we run outside, running feels sluggish, dream starts to feel familiar now, near the corner of the house are a bunch of zombies, start to feel like i remember the dream, i think about the green book and remember how it's about zombies and how today was the day of their resurrection, friend that is a zombie bites me on the shoulder, i get angry and hit him with the rolling pin

I woke up from sleeping and it was really quiet in my house so I called for my mom and dad but they didn't answer so I called for my little brother and he didn't answer and then I tried calling them on their phones and no one answered so I was getting worried about them and got up to check around the house and I looked in my parents room and no one was in there and my brother wasn't in his room so I walked downstairs and checked my basement and nothing was down there and then I checked my living room and no one was in there and then I checked my family room and I found my parents and little brother in a circle tied at the waist by a rope so they were holding each other up and their necks were cut and there was blood everywhere and their eyes were open so it looked liked they were looking at me.

I was still half asleep lying in bed and i heard someone getting up. I looked at the clock and it was only 4:30am. So I got out of bed and looked to see who it was and it was my father, he was walking down the stairs. He opened the front door and left. I followed him and as I was standing at the door he was walking down the path. As he was walking down the path he was slowely disappearing into thin air. I rubbed my eyes and looked again and he was gone. I shouted for my mother but i got no answer. I was confused.

I dreamed i met a young blind man and he asked me to lead him up the stairs of a building he passed his arm around my shoulders for support and i passed my arm around his waist and i felt his ribs when i led him up we got to a long hallway with many doors and i told him that i would leave him there i went to one of the doors and entered into a room and the blind man followed me in he closed the door after him and sat on the floor with his back against the door i sat next to him and he touched my face

Packing mothers house for moving, brother going in and out with boxes to garage. very dark outside, brother calling for me and my mother. he is crying with pain but hiding in the dark. he will let my mother go to him but not me. i cannot see either of them but i know he has accidentally cut off his hand with an axe. i go inside to call an ambulance but instead i start packing again. i remember i need to call for help but i am trapped in a room and cannot squeeze through the small gap in the stairs to get out and make the call

Dream kept repeating in certain parts. I was constantly back at the house. Different things happened every time I was at the house. Entered via bathroom (peach with darker door but not too dark). There was just a toilet in the room and I think a window to the right of me. Hole in the door. Dog in other room would see me and put his nose through the hole and sniff. I'd dread opening the door to the dog, but I'd do it and calm it down by stroking it. It was silky smooth. The last time I visited the house, the dog saw me through the hole and as I expected, went to put his nose in the hole and sniff, but he burst down the door instead and ended up right in front of me. This room was grey. Grey walls with photo frames (gold maybe) and grey floorboards. They all looked cracked and the wallpaper looked worn and cracked. There was no furniture in the room, though I think there might have been one set of drawers that were black in a vintage style but very worn and old. On the bottom far left was a door frame without a door. I never went through this door, but I did look out of it. There was a landing which led round to a flight of stairs going down. This landing and the stairs were also grey and worn exactly like the room I was in. Back near to the left of the bathroom there was another room. This door frame actually had a door, which was always open a few inches and looked like there was light shining into the room. I was always too scared to enter that room or to leave the grey room at all. Every time I ended up at this house the dog was a different colour. Once it was black with white spots. Another time, white, golden and black with black spots and smaller ears/nose. Another time it was white with long brown floppy ears. But I knew it was always the same dog. I know it was a male dog. He was always very on edge and almost hyper flighty. Only I could calm him down by stroking him. But he was always scared in some way and really jumpy. And so was I. I was scared of a man, incase he came to the room. I was scared he'd be in this house, but never knew if he was or not. One time, I was riding a bike that was too big. The handle bars were way too high and when I was pedalling my knees were coming up to my cheeks. I was cycling around Manchester early on a morning. People were going to work on the trams (which looked more square and red) and there were buskers dotted along the tram lines. One man made a couple of quid in less than a minute. He also looked poor but he was good at busking. I was cycling along these tramlines and near Arndale then suddenly I was riding down a hill in Easington Colliery and ended up in the bathroom of this house again. One time, people were in the house, 2 girls and a boy walking down the stairs away from me and I had a guitar and threw it to them. They were then gone.

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