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Heh, I once had a dream about zombies too... My friend and I were running away from them.
I also remember a really gruesome dream... I was riding a tram, and it suddenly turned onto the wrong route... So I had to walk. I was walking along the road, and I noticed that there was no sidewalk and the road went under a bridge. I thought, "Okay, I'll go over the top." So I started walking through the grass, and I saw holes in it. It turned out to be a roof! Like a house with a grassy roof. Someone started shouting downstairs (apparently because I had hit an antenna), so I sped up. Then I jumped off the roof because I couldn't see a way to get to the sidewalk, and the grass wasn't very strong. I jumped down and saw the entrance to the house. It turned out to be a wooden structure covered with grass on top... or rather, it was like a lawn on the roof. I went into the house, walking quietly and looking around. The atmosphere was normal, with cabinets, a TV, and so on... *I don't remember much after that.* I think I met someone... either a guy (maybe the one from the top), or a girl in the house, whom I later rescued. I don't remember. Then the owners came (there were two of them). I ran into a bedroom, and the person who was with me, I don't know where he went. I went in, and there was only a bed and some kind of dresser in the room. I found a pistol, and then this guy ran in. I started shooting at him, but he didn't care. Then he grabbed something sharp... or maybe I switched weapons. I don't remember. But I think there was a knife, a chainsaw, maybe something else. Anyway, I started cutting up this creep with whatever I had, his legs and arms... He was covered in blood, but he was still alive. I got tired of trying to kill him, and there was so much blood... I don't remember what happened after that