I had a dream last night that scared me. It is a bit hard to remember..
I was in a house, sort of. It had a weird design to it. What I remember was that I had a gun and it was a little like video game style where I had to shoot innocent Kittens to get points. I had to shoot them a few at a time, but if I shot too many then they would begin to get mad at me and stop coming toward me. If I kept a good rhythm to it, then they were none the wiser and just kept coming, a few at a time. After I noticed that I was killing little kittens I was horrified and stopped. But that's when the Zombies started coming. If I stopped shooting the kittens Zombies began banging and trying to get through the doors. It was a small crowded room, filled with boxes and a few dressers. My gun had disappeared now and I kept calm. This was about Zombies now, not kittens. I was trying to stay alive. I shoved a dresser to each door. Then began stuffing boxes on the sides to hold them in place. Then i laid a few more heavy boxes onto of them. Next thing I remember is being in a closet and trying to shove boxes in the way to protect myself. Zombies were shoving through the other doors and were almost inside. I thought I could be silent and wait them out because I had no other choice. Then I heard a person, maybe a kid in the room. They wern't a Zombie, but I couldn't take them into my hiding place. I can't handle a kid that can't keep quiet and risk my life. I think I stuck my head out and shushed the kid and told them to run and hide. What I remember next isn't muc, just that the kid had left somehow and the Zombies were barging in. I was in a dark cluttered closet and being a silent as possible. Then I think a kitten was inside with me, but it was as quiet as I was.
And that's it.
Sigh, I was sad when I awoke. Killing baby kittens...