Date: 3/31/2016
By shitbageroni
Zombie Apocalypse. I remember one scene where I am looking for an elevator to save my friends (oddly, I was not familiar with any of these "friends") who don't trust me. I stumble upon an old dilapidated one next to the janitor, who is not scared, but mopping. I step in and there are magazines about the zombies pinned up. They are in Poptropica art style. The most recent one says the apocalypse is my fault/I am the most dangerous zombie. That magazine also has a red headed cartoon who screams when I touch her. At some point around now I remember something to do with lava occurring. Cut to a blueish scene in an abandoned messy room. I've found my friends and somehow we've aged 10 years. The dream splits into 5 screens, each meaning to show what's happening to each friend. I can only see one involving me and a man whom I was friends with. He says that he got hurt badly and needs a shot. Apparently I am a doctor, and skillfully I place my hand on his arm, with middle finger and ring finger bent inward to my palm. My thumb, index, and pinky finger are extended and bent almost inwards to hold up my hand. I am not sure how, but this guy turns out to be a demon/zombie thing, and kills all five of us. Cut to graveyard. This scene has kind of a Pretty Little Liars feel to it. Somehow the five friends including myself and minus the demon man are alive. We walk to a clump of black glossy gravestones (organization and color kinda reminds me of the stones outside at the Dennos museum). My grave has a statue of my hand when I gave my "friend" a shot perched on the righthand corner. Note: I don't like the feeling this dream gave me.