Kill for his Life

Date: 12/30/2018

So in this dream. It kind of started out like BirdBox. But it was maybe 1 year into it the apocalypse and we were already aware of all the crazy shit. And we JUST finished celebrating Christmas. And I guess people forgot that they needed to close there eyes when they walk outside. And the first person to die was my sister. But I made sure to walk inside with my nephew first so he doesn’t see her go berserk and kill herself. Then I go inside. I bring Kahlil to his room and go wandering around. I find this place similar to a subways kitchen. And there’s this girl Jennifer from high school. And she was in this kitchen talking on the phone and her eyes were open. I had to keep my eyes closed in order to make sure I didn’t die. I knew it was just a matter of time before she would die. And I remember searching for a basket to hold the donuts and chips that I found in the kitchen . I somehow knew what everything looked like though. I think I kept peeking and checking to see what I was touching. Even tho it was risky. And I remember seeing a doughnut that was was smushed and the cream filling was coming out of it. So I ate that one. I started to fill up the basket with chips and doughnuts for my mom. But something happened. I heard somebody break in. And I remember getting quiet. And I started sneaking around. and I seen somebody with short black hair. And all of a sudden me and this girl are fighting. This girl has those eyes from the people that was immune from the apocalypse in BirdBox. And I’m bending her fingers back and I’m fighting hard. Like I’ve learned how to fight for years. There was this other girl. I don’t remember who she was, but I know she was important and she wanted to help me fight. And I told her no and to go watch after my nephew,Kahlil. And then I get a glimpse in my dream of another girl coming in to fight me. She had black hair and black makeup on her eyes. I knocked out the first girl enough to get away and find Kahlil. I go into his room. And the girl that was watching him was sitting Indian Style and was looking at Kahlil. But her throat was slit. I immediately took Kahlil and told him to go inside this HUGE closet. The door was long and went all the way up to the ceiling. It was old and metal like. It was this dirty brown-Gray color. When I opened the door, there was a window all the at the top. And for a moment I considered pushing Kahlil up through the window. But I quickly got rid of that idea and told him to stay put and to be quiet. The door locked from the inside. So he was safe. I leave to find the two girls. I’m fighting them both now. And I’m doing pretty well. I didn’t have a weapon to kill them. It was just a lot of hard punches and kicks. So then all of a sudden, they stop fighting. There’s a long thanksgiving table. And there’s these older women sitting down with food in front of them. They look like there leaders. And I see that there is a clean gold knife sitting in the table. I picked it up and asked “can I use this?” The lady on the right of the table, doesn’t look up and says “No.” I said “I figured, it looked too clean and pure to kill someone.” I sit down with them. Shaking and I ask them “can my nephew join?” I feel welcomed with them for some reason. The same lady says “no.” I then ask “can I take him some food.” She says no. At this point in my mind, I’m thinking of how I can bring food to him. And I believe I started to cry a bit while I was at the table. And then I woke up. THE END.