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Infected Monkeys (part 1 of 2)

I’m driving down the roads on the East side of town on a sunny summer day. I pass a case of water that’s in the middle of the street, having to swerve to avoid hitting it. After I drive a couple more blocks, I decide to turn around and double back for it.
After I put it in my trunk, a woman comes out of the house that I found the water in front of, and she asks me if I’ve seen her son’s case of water. Her son is about to go boating, and needs it for his trip, but they seem to have misplaced it. I tell her I found it in the middle of the road and give it back to her son, who puts it in a red cooler. It’s a bummer because I could have used that water.
Now I am with my uncle, who is working at a playground type make-shift hospital treating severely sick kids. The children are all laid out on hospital beds.
My uncle tells me I should wash my hands unless I want to catch what the kids have, and points out that my shoelaces have feces on them. I look down at my white shoe laces and see, sure enough, that they are smeared with the feces that coats the ground of this place.
I go to the locker room bathrooms, which are covered in dark blue tiles, to wash up. I feel disgusting. A lady in there is impatient with me and another girl for being slow. After I turn off the sink and my hands are dry, I pull two blue latex gloves out of a box hanging on the wall above the sink. The lady does the same. We walk out together, slipping the gloves onto our hands. I have a harder time getting the latex on my hands than she does.
We go to my uncle, and she helps him life a sick boy onto a new hospital bed.
Then I’m at home [Dad’s house though I get the sense that it’s where I live] with Rick Grimes, Michonne, Skye, Lily, and even Boots trudges into the room for a minute. I sit on the floor of the office while Michonne and Rick sit in the computer chairs talking. Something is about to happen. The country hinges on the edge. We just went over the canned food, and now wait in the office for news.
I have Lily in a cage. Boots has disappeared, and is no longer with us. I can’t figure out how to keep Skye safe. I keep thinking that he’s going to get hurt because I can’t protect him- nothing I can think of will keep him safe. I ask Rock and Michonne over and over again, how am I going to keep him safe?
They say I should put him in the cage with Lily, but I have a feeling the infected will be able to reach through the bars and get to them- plus being in a cage keeps them from being able to run if they need to.
Michonne and Rick go on talking about how the East and the West coasts have already fallen, and now monkeys are coming from the North toward our location. There’s even reports that the monkeys coming this way are on fire.
I consider putting Skye up in the attic, but know that if the monkeys get in- he will be trapped. I beg Michonne and Rick to help me keep Skye safe, and they look at each other nervously.
All at once we’ve decided to run rather than bunker in. We’re packing into the car and leaving as fast as we can. Michonne holds Skye in the passenger seat, Rick is driving, and I’m in the back.
We pull out of Lenard Lane. I look down the road that leads North [actual West], and see an immense fog glowing with oranges and yellows, flickering like it’s reflecting flame. We sit and watch for a second in silence. Out of the fog, I start to see dark silhouettes of walking monkeys marching toward us. Hundreds, thousands, maybe even more- all marching straight for us.
We speed off, turning sharply to head South [true South]. I’ve never seen so many cars on this road. There’s at least a hundred speeding vehicles racing away just like we are- and that’s just the cars that I can see. Rock stays calm, moving through the traffic with professionalism. He sometimes uses the shoulders and the wrong side of the road to stay out of the way of the other drivers. He says that the key is to stay with the speed everyone else is taking, so as to avoid crashing.
Suddenly a semi going the opposite direction of all of the other fleeing cars barrels into the cars ahead of us, head-on crashing into several vehicles. We try to slow down, to weave around the burning wreckage. There’s fire, fire everywhere.
Despite our best efforts, we still crash. The crash itself doesn’t hurt us at all, but the man that we crashed with gets out of his car and is irate. He grabs a crowbar from his wrecked car.
Now I am Rick. I take a lead pipe of my own and have to fight the man off before he hurts any of us in his rage. Another guy comes from behind us, through a garage. He’s not pissed like the first guy, he just wants to rob us of anything valuable we have like food. After I knock the first guy out, I jab the end of the pipe hard against the second guy’s forehead, rendering him unconscious as well.
A woman in the garage we now stand in is out-of-place sweet, like, to happy and kind. She asks if we need anything.
I, as myself again, say that if she has any @#$%#$@, that would be great. She says she does, and goes over to a shelf on the wall to retrieve it for us. She hands me the can of @#$^@#$@ and we leave.
Now I follow a different story of a man and a woman who just happened to meet at a basketball game or something like that, right before the monkeys attacked. They’re scared, but work well together. They survive together as if they’ve known each other their entire lives, not like they just met. It dawns on them just how much they’re strangers to each other, and how odd it is they fit together so well.
[Woke up, then fell asleep back into the same dream.]
Time has passed now, and me, Mom, Rick, Michonne, my aunt, my uncle, Johnathan, Shelby, and some others live in a church. [The church is like my living room, only huge and filled with pews. Instead of a hall to the bedrooms, there’s a door that leads to a gymnasium. The door to the bathroom faces the “living room”(church) rather than the “hall”(door to the gym).]
I celebration of fall, all of us are watching a movie. Johnathan wants to ask me if I’ll throw the leaves, which is a tradition for fall celebration. I hear him but I don’t reply. My uncle tells me that Johnathan wants to ask me something, and leads us both to the front door where me and Johnathan go sit outside on the package box on the porch. Aussie sleeps on the step right in front of the door.
Johnathan asks me if I’ll do the fall leaves, and this time I can’t avoid the question. In order to do the leaf throw, I have to rake all of the leaves into piles. I’d be out there raking at sundown, in the open unprotected. It’s just to dangerous.
I’m just about to explain to him that I can’t, when a dark spot catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. Aussie is no longer on the step.
The dark spot is in the neighbor-across-the-street’s lawn. I snap my view to it, and my stomach drops. It’s a monkey. It looks up, and we get eye contact. It sees us. It charges across the road straight for us.
“Monkey!” I shout. We both jump to our feet, and I try to push Johnathan behind me- but it’s to late. The monkey gets ahold of Johnathan’s thumb into his mouth. I manage to knock the monkey off before it bites down, but in return the monkey tries to bite my left thumb instead. I jam my right thumb into the hinge of it’s jaw to keep it from clamping down, and manage to free my left thumb. I wrap my hand around the little monkey’s throat, and bang on the locked screen door. I scream for help, banging on the door with my left fist and even the monkey that I’m strangling in my right. I can see everyone inside, but they don’t notice me. They don’t hear me. I have to get their attention. Where there’s one monkey, there’s going to be more. I wave my arms, I bang more, but they just sit like nothing is happening. I can see Mom and my uncle sitting on the couch, completely impervious.
A choked gasp from the monkey makes me stop and watch it. I watch the life drain out of the monkey’s face. It’s features still and it’s arms go limp. It stops struggling. It has died. I don’t trust that it’s dead, so I keep my grip, but I believe I’ve felt it- felt the life leave it. This is my first kill.
Finally Mom sees me. The monkey comes back to life just as Mom reaches the. I throw it as hard as I can to get it away from us as me and Johnathan rush into the door. Mom locks the door behind us. My aunt and uncle frantically check Johnathan for bites, and thankfully the monkey didn’t break his skin. There’s some indents, but nothing actually cut him. [continued]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of January 29th, 2015 (part 1 of 2)
Real-life characters: Uncle, Rick Grimes (The Walking Dead), Michonne (The Walking Dead), Lily, Skye, Boots, Mom, aunt, Johnathan, Shelby,
Dream-created characters: Woman asking about the water, woman’s son, both ladies in the bathroom, sick kids, monkeys, person we crash into, guy that wants to rob us, woman in the garage, man and woman who met at a baseball game, other people in the church.
Real-life places: East side of town (nowhere specific), car, Dad’s house, roads around Dad’s, my living room, my porch, neighbor’s yard.
Dream-created places: Mother and Son-going-fishing’s house, playground hospital, locker rooms, garage, baseball game, church, gym.
Different than real life: I haven’t driven around in the sunny summer-like air since last summer, I’ve never found an entire case of water in the road, my uncle doesn’t take care of sick kids in a hospital setting, I don’t live at my Dad’s house, Boots passed away a few years ago, Lily nor Boots had/have been to my dad’s house in many years, I haven’t been in a car crash (except one when I was a baby), my house isn’t a church, I’ve never celebrated fall- particularly with a leaf throwing ceremony thing, Aussie’s never been to my house, I’ve never been bit by a monkey, Johnathan’s never been bit by a monkey, I’ve never strangled anything to death.
Reoccurring: Killer monkey zombies is a reoccurring theme: http://dreamcatcher.net/zurastar/17586
Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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