"There was this guy, and he was really paranoid, or something. He went to jail for shooting some people, and then he was out and was painting a wall. I was there, and he asked me if I would help paint the wall with bits. I said no, I needed to go to lunch, and I started walking with these other people. I think we started talking about how he was paranoid, and then the guy got really mad and started chasing us with a gun. All of a sudden I could hardly walk, and I was trying to run but I couldn't, it was kind of a limp. I was in the back of the line, and I knew he wouldn't shoot everyone, but because I was in the back I was sure he would shoot me. He caught up and I'm like, "No, don't!" then he shot me in the stomach; I fell down and he shot me again in the leg. I was afraid he woulds shoot me in the head but he didn't. By the way, I was in the middle of my street, the one leading towards my house. Finally, I saw a car coming, and I was relieved. It pulled up next to me and the guy from Heroes, Claire's father, was driving. I told him to get the guy who shot me, and he turned around and ran the guy over.

Something had spread over the world that had turned a lot of people into zombies. I was with a lot of people and we were all shooting the zombies. I walked into this dark room, and there were four people in a corner eating. One guy gave me something, and I walked out. After a bit I went back in and they were still there, but they didn't give me anything.

*Lots more fighting and action*

I was in a room, and we were all out of ammo. The zombies were coming in. We all started picking up stuff to throw, like pencils and wood. Once the zombies broke in, we somehow realized we could defeat them easily by regular fighting."

God that was horrible. The first part was good, but the zombie description hardly describes what it was really like. Like in the other zombie dream, there was a horrible feeling of hopelessness, and there was a lot of fighting. It wasn't really scary, just, as I said, hopeless.