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Anne: Hey Hey, Do the Zombie Stomp

<This dream blog has definitely made me realize how many zombie-related dreams I have. Some of them have become noticeably less scary than my nightmares. This one in particular seemed pretty tame in comparison to others that I have posted.>

 

The dream begins with me doing a floorset with some of my coworkers: MS, RR, ED, JL, and MC. Apparently there is a rumor that zombies are out so I shut the gate but the last portion will not shut all the way. It is a Sunday at the store. I know this because it is still light outside when we close. There are still people everywhere in the mall despite it being closed. There is an absurd amount of teenagers. Apparently it is almost 5:00 and we are supposed to leave at 6:00. For some reason only the emergency lights by the cashwrap and the back room are working. I tell my coworkers to just get a drink or something because we have to leave soon. I am not sure if I told them this because we didn't have time for breaks or if I was concerned with them leaving without some sort of hydration. My coworkers creep out one by one and hesitantly go to the vending machines. MS leaves with a cart and leaves the gate open. When she returns to the store, she keeps the gate open. I see a teenage girl kind of limping around like zombie. She sees us and immediately runs towards the open gate. I yell for MS to shut the gate but she just keeps coming with the cart. Thankfully, when the girls runs in, she is normal and not a zombie. I decide to manually shut the gate (it turns into the one like at the old store that goes up and down rather than across). I am hesitant because the gate is loud and does not shut fast. I do it anyway. The store resembles the old store all of a sudden. I try to map out places we can hide just in case zombies invade the store. I decide upon the shelves in the backroom because they are high up and the zombies won't be able to reach us there. When it is time to go, I make us leave through the back door because it is a straight shot to our cars. I sprint to my car and drive to mine and Adam's apartment. Our apartment is located in this little culdesac full of identical apartments. They are single story townhomes made of brownish brick with dark brown roofs. Each apartment has a single garage. Ours is number 2130. I drive around for a while because I have issues finding it. When I come to it, there are cars parked sporadically around and I have to maneuver to get towards the garage. Adam is parked in the driveway. I see him through the glass front door playing COD. I call him. He seems me and moves his car. I come into the apartment. The apartment is much smaller inside. There is one bedroom and one bathroom. The living room is located by the front door with only a brown couch and a TV. Adam and I talk about the zombie situation. I have to open in the morning and I don't have a gun. Adam tries to find some legal way for me to bring a gun into the mall but we cannot think of any. I end up going to bed while he continues to play COD and sleep on the couch. KL, my hair dresser, shows up to cut my hair the next morning and makes comments that my hair is oily and gross. I apologize and introduce her to Adam for some reason. CB, my boss, comes into the apartment as well and walks to the bathroom. She is wearing a golden yellow shirt with purple pants. I agree to go into work but am anxious about it. Adam says to be careful and to take a gun. I worry about getting arrested so I take a box cutter to fight zombies (I guess I think box cutters are more efficient than guns in this scenario???). CB agrees to come with me just in case I need some backup. I scope outside and see no zombies. Adam informs me that the hospital has notified him that patients are biting each other. My mind contributes it to meth addicts though. Adam tags along. We get to the mall and it is packed. Again, the mall isn't open so I'm confused why it is full of people walking around. I assure Adam that I will be fine. I walk him outside of the West Wing entrance. He gives me a hug and tells me that he loves me.

 

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