I am recording the dream I just woke up from, which, if you didn't gather from the title, was about the Apocalypse... Zombie Apocalypse. I think I may even write a book based on this dream. I am still asking myself what part of my day triggered zombies in my head, considering that my daylight hours were plump with Undertale. Also, take note that when I dream, everything seems real to me.... I was really terrified.

In the dream, I was at school. I was back in my homeroom from Sixth Grade, and I had an IPhone out. There were two other people in the room with me, although my head decided to name that a "full" classroom. Anna was one of them, and the other was a random boy from my actual school, Gavin Busby.

Gavin's phone was identical to mine. Screen, case, everything. I assume my mind was acting a bit uncreative. We also discovered an important piece of news at the exact same time.... That there was a zombie apocalypse going on.

For some reason, dream me is a lot more brave than real me. Anna stayed in the classroom to make everything safer (I forced her to stay behind. Both in real life and my dreams, I am protective of people) while Gavin and I went outside to retrieve all the teachers and students. Whenever we got them all in the classroom (surprisingly, there were only a few other people even at the school), the living dead started attacking.

Two smasd against the window, spying all of its prey through the glass. Gavin, apparently, could sow glass back together with glass threads. He did that, then blocked it with something so that they were safe.

Take note that the real Gavin Busby is a class clown that twerks everytime a teacher turns their back. Somehow, I didn't find it strange how leader-like he was being. On the other hand, real Busby is a respectable guy, so I guess my mind is lookinon the positive side of him.

Once they were all safe, I left. They didn't fuss much about that. I had to go get Chloe Clark, my best friend. She was at home sick today, and I had to walk only a couple of miles to make sure she was safe and bring her with me.

On the road, I met both my own mother and a character from one of my own books, Oliver.

The book Oliver has white hair frayed over one blue eye, a wjoite jacket, and normally has a cigarette in his mouth. Despite being a demon who smokes, he was still a real sweetheart.

The dream Oliver looked like Jack Black with a midnight-colored trench coat, and was very grumpy.

Apparently, a bus was still running, and we took that to get to Chloe's. I don't remember going in the house, but I know that the next thing I saw was that we were at Wal-Mart being attacked. Literally, there must have been hundreds. Chloe and I were on top of a very high car out of arm's length. Every now and then, a zombie would climb on top of the hood, and I would kick it in the head, either killing it or forcing it back. I had no clue where my mom and Oliver were, but I trusted they were safe.

After killing a couple of zombies, I got a text message (not sure how that is possible, seeing I was probably !months into the apocalypse). Magically, I had my talk-and-text phone again. I clicked the text, and it was from my good friend which I met on wattpad, shapeshiftergirl, who I will name in this story Icy after her OC.

It said she was safe from zombie attacks for now now, and wanted to know how I was holding up and if there were even zombies there where I live.

I told her that there were zombies, and asked of she could give an address to where she was so I could protect her family, too. She gave me the address (for some reason, I remember 'Oakwood' in the name, but I forgot the rest of it.)

Chloe and I started jumping from to to car, then when we got to the end of it, we broke out into a run. I knew that Oliver and my mom were safe, up on the roof of Wal-Mart.

I got another text from Icy, and Chloe and I stopped on top of a truck to see it.

Icy was being attacked.

Before I could do anything else in my dream, I woke up to my 4-year-old brother screaming, "Happy birthday!" to me, although of was nowhere close to my birthday.

I swear, all my dreams stop at the good spots!

Well, anyways, that was my odd dream about the Zombie Apocalypse.