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I dreamt I was in New York, around a dorm. I fell in love with someone and I think we grew attached to each other from experience in the internet. I share a room with her and her friends: everyone is gorgeous. I lie back on a bed and I start hearing the music to "Growing Pains" and I can't help but feel entranced to it. I try talking to her, and we start talking about everything. She doesn't share my views, and I express my disagreement over her desire to use that little mouse eraser pusher (you know, that they put in laptops) instead of a mouse. Then we talk about digital cameras, and her friends join in. I can see them talk and laugh and have fun with digital cams and whatnot. After I watch them, I don't see her anymore, and I wonder where she is. I see her friends, and they're messing around with all these gadgets. I think her roommate had a tackle box full of C4 and primer. They were going to do something, and I wanted to join, but I couldn't. They left and I was alone in the room, so all I did was sit around and try to get a digital camera that worked right: all the previous models were pretty cheap in design, but I started thinking of a decent one. Then she appears before me, and I see her as not as attractive as I thought before. She asked if she was still pretty in my eye. I hugged her and told her that yes, she was regardless of anything, because I liked her for more than looks.

You would think the dream would end there, but it doesn't. I had to go home at night. Unfortunately, the bus lines were off. My brother, whom I met up with along the way to a bus, concucted a plan where he told me that whenever this happened, he usually would just cross the tracks and then walk the rest of the way. Scares the bejeezus out of me, personally. We reach the station, and I see this fork of tracks. I wait, and then I notice three to four people also going this way. I hear something coming and I see light approaching this track. I tell my brother I see something. Immediately, everyone takes the the sides. It was only a van that drives through the track, though. We continue and it takes us to this track that does an immediate turn to the right and outside. To the left is an old bathroom. I enter it, and while I am there, my brother is talking with some nuns that suddenly appear behind me. They're talking about a murder case. There's a bunch of x-ray scan machines where you can see xrays and there's two huge x-rays of an entire body, bones and all. Then a train comes and passes by.

I wait for it pass, but then a bunch of people start coming. I'm warned that there are zombies coming. I draw a gun from my pocket and I start blaring away. I then realize that there are normal people there. I replay the situation, I look for the people, I fire at the zombies around them as they run. I think I shot a person again. I replay the situation a third time. This time I got all the zombies, but they took a salvo of bullets to take down: I had to change clips three times. When I'm done, the people are gone and had passed me by. I continue on, without my brother.

The people I saved follow me as I walk through what seems like a community of cabin buildings. I then realize that I'm outnumbered and then I hear the voice of this mastermind, who is watching me from behind a glass booth tell me to let go of them to his side and I'll be granted freedom to pass. I tell him that it will never work, but I had to since I realized that these people couldn't handle going through a base of enemies without anything to protect them, so I forced myself to consent.

About this time, the dream switches to someone I know from online that I have liked and known for the longest time. She comes and we talk, and then after awhile, she finally says "Oh well we have to go do something fun. Bye!" I ask to join, but they say I cannot, and I'm alone, without support, friends, anything. This is when I am forced to get up to answer a phone call.

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