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The Plane Trip (Japan Zombies)

I scramble around my room, trying to frantically get ready. I woke up late, and I’m going to miss my plane if I don’t leave now. I have time to only put one sock on before I slip on my shoes. I shove the other sock in my pocket, thinking I’ll put it on once I’m on the plane. I pack a few extra pairs of socks in my bag full of clothes and snatch up my keys. Just as I’m rushing out the door, my dad reminds me that I’m going to sit next to Ralph, and I groan. I really don’t want to sit next to that brute.
I’m finally on the plane, and thankfully end up sitting next to my friend Bell instead of Ralph. She points him out, and I quickly tell her to not be conspicuous. I don’t want him to see me, in fear he’d want to come over and talk. So I lower my friend’s hand and sink into the chair.
Now I’m sitting in my car in the parking lot of the Omaha hospital, though the hospital is in Japan. I’m waiting for my family to return from inside the building. I get out and stand in the open passenger door, my elbows resting on the hood. An ice-cream truck drives into the parking lot, and drives into the parking garage under the hospital. I dig some dollars out of my right pocket, but before I can count the money the truck pulls out of the garage and drives past, turning onto the busy road behind me. I decide to count the money while it’s in my hand. Four ones and a five, coming to nine dollars total.
My family finally gets out and tells me to meet them at the restaurant. They walk past me and get in both my car and in my grandpa’s truck before I can get straight where we’re going and when. They leave without me, leaving me to walk around the streets of Japan looking for the restaurant I think they’ll be at.
I find the right one, or at least I think it’s the right one. I go inside and look for a waitress to help me find where my family is sitting, if they’re here at all. She must not understand English very well, because she dismissively tells me to sit anywhere, sit with anyone. I’m very confused. There’s a guy my age sitting alone at a long table eyeing me, seemingly excited by my appearance. I turn around and see another guy doing the same thing, also sitting alone at a table with a lot of chairs. I walk over to the front desk and pick up a card from one of the little card holders. By a yellow check box, it says “here with friends and family”, and by a red check box, it says “sit by a random stranger!” I immediately realize this place is a kind of blind dating restaurant, only it’s not set up before you go. You simply show up, and sit with whoever you want that’s already there, and bam your on a date. I make it very clear to the Japanese waitress that this is not what I want, and she finally flips over my card and points at a verse of the long poem on it’s back. She rudely tells me the verse is the room name that my family are in as if I should have already known, and just follow the signs. She impatiently leaves to go help someone else. Once again I’m left alone to my own devises. I see plaques above the doorways, each with a verse engraved into them from the same poem on the card. It takes some running around and getting lost in the kitchens and storage area before I finally find my family. I sit down, exhausted and relieved, and tell them all about my miserable experience finding them.
Then we’re walking around town, when suddenly there are zombies everywhere. They’re not angry, unless you provoke them. The situation is sort of like the ending of the movie Warm Bodies, where zombies and people are learning to live together, only in this reality the zombies are not neighbor-like friendly. One comes up to me and gets me in a hugging grip, one arm wrapped around my collar bones from behind. I can’t get away. I’m terrified that he’s going to chomp down on the top of my head, but he doesn’t. I don’t think he means to cause me harm, maybe he just got to excited and didn’t know how to show it appropriately, but the commotion stirs up the rest of the walkers all around us. A woman zombie runs over to us, grabs my arm, and bites down on my right wrist. I scream out, and finally my two friends come to my rescue. They get the zombies off of me. Helen helps me up the stairs as Chelsie leads the way to the staircases to our right. I pick up some large bobby pins off the tiled floor, thinking that somehow I’ll end up needing them. I grip my wrist just above the bite in an effort to keep the infection from spreading. We make it all the way to the plane. I lay down on one of the orange stretchers inside on the right. Helen tells Chelsie to hold tightly above my wrist where I was holding, while Helen holds down my hand. Helen pulls out her knife, preparing to amputate my right hand. I don’t fight, because I know that loosing my right hand is better than turning into a zombie.
Suddenly there are sirens and flashing lights outside, and a HAZMAT team fully dressed in their yellow suites bursts into the plane. They push Helen and Chelsie aside, and surround me. They place this sort of vacuum contraption on my bite, flip a switch, and I can see through the clear plastic the brownish greenish blood being sucked up to the surface of the wound. The man flips some other switch, and the blood is sucked up out of me in a swirling suction vortex the vacuum creates. They do this process twice for good measure, to make sure that all of the infection is pulled out of me.
Then I’m back in the hotel room, which is actually my dad’s room at his house. I’m packing to go home. My iPod goes off, and when I look, I see that Dan Howell sent me a birthday video and a few texts tell me happy birthday. I get all giddy because I never expected that to happen. Then, suddenly, he’s there in the room with me. I pull him into a hug. He falls with me onto the bed, and kisses me perfectly. I hold the side of his face, thinking over and over, this is not a dream. He would have disappeared by now if this was my imagination, it’s been so long since someone felt love for me, I’ve been alone for so long... [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of January 14th, 2014
Real-life characters: Dad, Ralph, Bell, family, Helen, Chelsie, Dan Howell.
Dream-created characters: Other people on plane, waitress, both boys sitting at the tables, people working in the kitchen, people dining at that restaurant, zombies, HAZMAT team.
Real-life places: My room, Omaha hospital- parking lot- and street, dad’s room (though in the dream it was a hotel room which is not the case).
Dream-created places: Plane, Restaurant, where the zombies attacked.
Different than real life: I’ve never been on a plane, I’ve never been to Japan, zombies aren’t real (yet lol), and I don’t know Helen and Chelsie in person just online, and I have never spoken to Dan Howell.
Reasons:
Japan = I think I was just talking to my friends about my want to go to Japan.
Omaha hospital = I was just at the Omaha hospital a few days prior.
Poem on card = I’ve been writing poetry lately.
Bobby pins = I picked one up on my first visit to Omaha hospital, having the idea it may be useful somehow.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.
Reoccurring: No.

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