Well, I'm a mess. Remember that part where I said I had, like, three panic attacks in one of the earlier parts of this book. Yeah, the nightmare I had last night was almost as bad as that night was.

It started out okay. I was with my younger sister, my mom, and my grandma. We were driving around shopping for clothes.

Sometime later, I was getting out of a college class in the middle of the night (not realistic, but okay). I was walking through an outside basketball court when I saw this guy. I don't know why, but I got angry.

I walked past him in anger (I still have never seen this guy before, so I don't know). I stopped and watched a few other guys play basketball and skateboard tricks, because why not?

The first guy comes up to me and hits on me.

Now, I'm going to pause my telling of my dream. Something to know about this next part; its personal. I was debating to tell this part or not, but this next part is the main cause for my anxiety at the moment and it won't let up until I write everything out and publish it. It's my coping mechanism.

I smiled a little at him. Wanting to leave the situation, I tried walking away. Unfortunately, he held me back with a right grip on my arm.

He got really close and whispered in my ear like a creep. I tried pushing him away, only he was stronger than me.

He let me go to not cause suspicion. That's when my dream mind supplied that he had toyed and raped other girls without getting caught. I had heard it from a few other girls that he had tormented.

I grew angry again. I got closer to him to kick him in the balls, but he held me closer, rubbing himself on me.

That's when the other guys brought his attention off of me. He smirked at them casually was going to go away.

Before he did, he leaned over to my face and showed me his phone. He took pictures of what he did to me just then.

I took his phone deleted the pictures, then ran. I didn't tell anyone of what happened.

Next thing I know, I'm in a car that was driving on the wrong side of the road with construction tape and cones planted all over the road at different points. It was like navigating a minefield.

On the way to someone's house for a gathering, we stopped at a store and heard on the radio that a new virus is taking hold of people. People are being infected and its best to hole out somewhere where no one can find you.

We didn't believe the radio host, so we continued on to the party. In a store, as a shortcut to the house we were going to, we walked through a store that appeared to be empty.

We quickly realized that there were people there and they were infected! This wasn't like a zombie virus, it made the people want to infect others. Why? We don't know. What was the virus doing to the people infected? We don't know.

Anyway, we got out before anything bad could happen and ran to the gathering that was a few blocks away down a road that was surrounded by woods. At least it was daytime.

Once at the house, we acted like nothing happened. As I watched a chess game between two girls outside on a deck, I thought over what happened at the store. The words: can only be affected by the virus if you are hit with a dart or spitball covered with the virus within five days of your birthday. Within five days prior and five days after your birthday.

At least that was what it was supposed to be. I didn't understand that.

I looked up to see the guy who was trying to get in my pants before coming up the deck stairs. I stood up, walked over to him, and punched him so hard he fell over.

My surroundings become blurry and the next thing that I focus on is everyone running around.

The people with the virus were here!

I ran and found myself in a group of uninfected. One of the girls drove up to us as we were in a store parking lot in a jeep. She gave us rucksacks with our stuff, though a few of us didn't have all of our stuff.

My medium sized dog appeared in my dream and I placed him in my rucksack and pulled the tie most of the way.

I placed the bag gently on my bag and he made a soft noise.

I was satisfied with my make-do solution. Walking with the rest of the group, we came across a store that had an uninfected in it. We saw an infected coming for us and banged on the door.

The teenage girl inside helped us in and into a small barrier at the entrance. The infected middle-aged lady came in the doors. We held our breath. She observed us as she walked closer. For some reason, we were safe in the tiny barrier of stuff that surrounded us.

The infected told me that she would get me once I slipped up. I would slip up eventually.

Three guys in a big van pulled up after she left and was making a bunker in one of the stores next door. We walked out to stay with them knowing the current small barrier was not going to hold us for long.

We found a store, pushed through a mountain of diapers and ended up in a huge store. Unfortunately, there was a group of an assassin-like female group that had straws in the middle aisles of the store. Spitballs.

At this point, I figured out that spit of the infected, blood of the infected, and the virus itself can infect you.

You are only immune to the virus (not the blood or spit) if it were outside of the five days surrounding your birthday.

I thought that was true for me, but the calendar said August 23rd. That was within five days. I wasn't immune anymore, but I had a strong feeling I was immune.

Anyway, we ran from the group with straws and to the big van that the three guys came to us in.

We all jumped in. The spitballs somehow going through the windshield. While everyone else didn't get hit, I did. I got hit three times. I last time, I blacked out for a few seconds. When I came to, I fell to the floor, but I knew I was infected.

But I couldn't be infected.

And that's when I woke up in a panic. I was disoriented, panting, and feeling as if I was going to throw up.

On top of that, my two dogs thought that it would be a great idea to run off. I was still really out of it as I chased them around.

The main thing I got out of my dream: I really hate sleeping.

I was going to write more of my other books yesterday, but I was way too tired from not sleeping enough. I took a nap for an hour yesterday evening, though it didn't help much.

I tried to get enough sleep and I had that stupid nightmare that shook me to the core.

Well, now I have a good story plotline.

So, thanks for reading about my horrible nightmare.

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: August 16, 2018.