I was hanging out with some friends and we all decided to visit this place ( I don't remember what we called it) but when we walked inside, everything was made of rubber, (like dodge ball material) my friend Nicky wanted to go downstairs. I was going to go, but then I saw my ex boyfriend and I decided against it. I didn't want him to see me. So we all stayed back. We watched the people start heading downstairs. I don't know what happened, but it was like the stairs deflated and everyone fell. I heard a lot of screaming. My friends and I crawled over to the edge and saw the people that fell laying on the ground dead.
(then the dream switched)
I was with my husband in this house. And we were trapped. Every time we looked out a window, or a crack in the wall there were zombies outside waiting for us. My husband and I were running around trying to find a way out of the house. I wend down in the basement and I found a door. When I cracked it open to see where it led, there was nobody there. I saw that it led to a path outside. I went to find Dan to tell him about it. We went back to the door and when I opened it up, a zombie attacked me....
Then I woke up.
I don't write many stories, so I am devoting this section to my dreams.
I keep a written journal of all my dreams (that I can remember).
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