Popstar, ft Zombies

Date: 1/29/2018

I was a famous pop star, while on tour, I had my own trailer, a really long one with actual rooms, and two doors. I lived there with my cousin/brother (a dark haired, slightly older guy, who I think would sometimes preform with me). Sometimes animals or people would try to get into it, so I had a really well trained guard dog, one night, after a really good concert, a possum tried to get in, he broke part of the shelter we had for the dog, so that he could get closer to the trailer, but the dog nabbed him when he was a few feet away from the door. Then, a person came up, drunk, and angry, with his scruffy chin and a beer can in hand. He fought the dog really well not the dog won. Then, I look over at the gas station across the street from us and see zombies, I run inside (unsure of the dogs whereabouts but I'm sure he was inside with me), and shut the door, but a zombie is already there, pushing hard on the door as I try to close it, which I think is odd, because zombies can't enter a place unless invited (dream rules), but this one seems to not care about the rules. I scream - really scream, it's hard and raspy and hurts my voice because I've never screamed like that before - to my brother for help, because he needs to man the second door, but I get no response, so I have no idea if he's getting up or not. After a few struggling seconds, I close and lock the door, and keep myself pressed against it, just in case this zombie can break the door down. I keep looking and screaming down the other end of the trailer, where my brother is, and where the other door is.