I remember those dreams I had now. They all took place around about my last birthday.
The first one I recall took place on Tuesday morning.
I was walking down a side street in the place where I was at University, heading back to my student flat, when I had the feeling that I was being followed by a very dangerous stranger. The stranger, a big burly white man in an overcoat, was definitely behind me as I walked home. I got to my flat, which for some reason was only accessible via the fire escape stairway, but then walked just past my house in order to try and shake off the man.
I hid behind another block, waiting for the man to turn and leave, then I followed back to the block with my flat, still watching him leave, as he then turned back onto the main road and away. Still anxious, I followed the side street parallel to the main street, to see if he really was leaving. Looking at him dow the alleyway, he did indeed walk, then doubled-back, snuck his head around the corner and stared at me before finally leaving for good.
During this time, a neighbour living in the block next to mine, in a rather fancy house, was watching everything, then came out of her house and asked me if I was all right. I said I was fine and that I thought I was being followed, but it was all right. I did notice that this neighbour was a young woman in her early twenties, with shortish blonde hair and the cutest face I had ever seen. The dream then ended at that point.
The second vivid one occurred the following day, on Wednesday morning.
I was in my own home, where I live right now, waiting for visitors. The house was exactly as I had left it, in a mess. The doorbell rang, and two friendly visitors came in, people I had been expecting in fact. They were both young men, slightly younger than me, yet one of them was in my mind representative of one of the posters at the TrekBBS (a male poster, well known, I'm not saying whom
). I welcomed both in, and offered them tea etc. One of thenm then went upstairs to use my toilet. Just then I heard more noise outside, and this time it turned out to be some of the younger kids from the neighbouring houses where I live, playing, although a few did knock on my door and came into the house again. I recognised them (not sure from where) but knew that I hadn't seen them in years. The youngest one, a girl tall for her age with a fringe haircut, then began asking me seemingly innocent questions which I felt were rather personal and cutting for me. That's when the dream ended.
The next two occurred in the same night, that Friday as it happened.
I was at my parents' home, resting in my room. The situation was that my mother and father were acting very unreasonably, giving me various demands and asking too much of my services. All I wanted was to rest with my bottle of water in my room. Eventually, after a heated discussion with my mum I snapped, told them that I wouldn't take any more of their hassle, and would leave. I then stormed to my room and prepared to pack my things. It was then a few minutes later that my big sister came up and informed me that she had spoken to my parents and resolved the issue, knowing that I was not to blame for the problem that had occurred. My parents then came up to my room, apologised for their behaviour, and we all reconciled, with my mother then helping me to pack for my journey back to my own home in England with a big bottle of juice (although she and my dad argued over whether I needed such a big bottle filled only half-way with juice). The dream ended.
I recall actually sitting bolt upright as soon as that dream ended. The bedside clock indicated it was 3:20 am.
As for the second dream that night - it was quite a big dream.
I was in a tall building in the middle of a small city, possibly representing work. Inside, dark forces were at hand. It was like a game of DOOM with some RPG and some fantasy elements too. I was in one level fairly high up in the building, with some demons (some of them with a huge domed spiked shield on their back) taking over the place, and I knew I had to defeat them, using a powerful thunderbolt spell I had learned. With the main demons defeated, I then had to travese a hostile room with deadly pits and traps before finally encountering the small dungeon master who had taken over the place.
Before I could defeat him, I was flung back to the ground floor, again fighting the forces of evil, when I noticed outside, in the bright daytime (it was cloudy though) dozens of people of my age being herded around, then their skin turning a coal-black, dusky colour before then running around crazy and eating everyone else. As it turned out, a full-blown "real" zombie plague had begun outside, threatening to come in and attack us. I was joined by various other adventurers, of different sizes shapes and ethnicities (of note there was a fat man, and two girls - one Asian, the other white - all about my age). I ran around the lobby of the building, looking outside at the glass doors at the zombies running around and hunting for me, while still trying to fend off the immediate problem of the DOOM "game" monsters in the building. Eventually, some zombies made it to a stairwell, and attacked the fat man, turning him into a zombie, while the two girls made their escape in a SUV. I was left alone, watching as the zombies finally spotted me through a patio window, then burst in and closed in for the kill.
Immediately, the scene flashed back to when I was at the friends' house, several hours previously, as the zombie invasion was beginning. As it turned out, the cause of the plague was to do with large insects flying about. While sitting with the friends in the house's conservatory, one young boy in the household, a bright lad with blondish hair and glasses, captured one as it bit a passer-by and transformed him. I then left quickly, carrying a potted plant belonging to another young boy, and delivering it to the boy's mother who was just older than me with short dark hair. Their front door was a swing door with lots of flowers around the entrance. I couldn't get past the front door so I threw the plant into the hallway, jumped over the swing partition, then gathered up the plant again (putting it back inside the pot) and handing it to the boy's mother, who seemed genuinely pleased to see me and the plant, and didn't notice the mess made in the hallway. The dream ended at that point.
My first for two months. And it was just like dreams used to be. I've been relishing it all morning as I recall little details. 
Looking back, that actually sounds ridiculous, but that was how I dreamt it. 
This didn't materialise, however, although in my mind I still believed it did. Eventually evening and night fell, and the last thing I recall in the dream was wandering around the hostel at night, lights out, entering the kitchen and rummaging around the cupboards and shelves. I bumped into several of the other occupants (including the aforementioned people), who were in their nightwear, wondering why I was up all night, and looking puzzled. At this moment I was convinced there was a zombie apocalypse going on, but I couldn't really prove it. That's when this dream then ended.
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