Last night's narrative...
A plague is spreading on the east coast (U.S.). Simply touching the infected (which are both human and canine) is enough to become infected. It's a typical zombie/vampire-like scenario with one difference: the survivors are at war against each other. I'm traveling with people whom I trust. We make our way through broken buildings, rubble-strewn streets, and climb cyclone fences--the only thing to do seems to be to travel; stay on the move.
Day is marked by an increase in light, but the sky is filled with dark green smog--so day is an extended twilight; at night: total darkness.
We engage in various battles that involve avoiding the zombies and attacking the rivals. Both sides try to trick the other into places infested by zombies. (These fight sequences are fading fast now that I'm awake.)
A vivid dream memory:
We are navigating our way through the first floor of an enormous house. I am in the middle-back of the group. One of the folks in front of me turns and shouts, "Code gray!" We're in a narrow hallway--the walls are dirty. A small white dog comes toward us. It shows signs of the zombie plague. We must not let it touch us. I have a short stick in my hand and I begin hitting the dog with it. This is a vivid sequence and I recall feeling just horrible over having to do this. Because the stick is not very large, it takes multiple blows for the dog to die. Each time I hit it, blood appears on its white fur and it groans, but keeps moving. I continue striking it until it stops moving--it lays in a bloody heap on the floor. I feel both relief and disgust.
We move on...
The rest of the dream has faded, but I will expand if any of it comes back to me.
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