OK… yeah, so this dream begins with me walking into the centre of the town where I live at nighttime. I have two wheeled suitcases with me. There appears to be a number of large screens erected around me. I stand and watch the screens for a short while then move on, heading towards a building. Just as I am doing this, the screens now display my face and announce that I am guilty of some sort of crime.
The next thing I know, I am being chased by people with guns. I run into the building, leaving my bags behind me and flee my pursers. I am able to disarm one of them and steal his gun, at which point I realise that all the people chasing me are in fact zombies. At this point, I find myself walking backwards shooting at the ever increasing mass of zombie assailants. I watch as heads from the zombies I've shot explode all around me.
It also turns out that the zombies are in fact actors and this is all some elaborate story (or perhaps a film), but I continue shooting as per the "story". The zombies by this point have taken on a variety of forms including men, women and even schoolgirls. I notice an attractive young mixed race girl of around 16 who, I am reluctant to shoot because I fancy her (yes, she is young but this is a dream). I ask her if she too is a zombie and she responds my spewing projectile vomit at me, so I shoot her.
Amidst the throng, I spot three women dressed in Muslim hijab costumes: one blue, another orange and another green. When I shoot at these women, my bullets have no effect. The dream ends as they suddenly leap at me and I discover they are vampires. They start biting me all over, their mouths and fangs red with my blood. As they do this, they write all over me. It's somehow strangely erotic and the biting doesn't hurt. In fact it feels quite sensual. I don't even try to resist. They bite me all over and I am utterly powerless to resist them, but it feels so nice. I then wake up.
I have no idea why I dreamt that. No idea whatsoever.
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