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Monkey Warehouse Escape

Me and several others escape a warehouse that we have been locked in for an immense amount of time. We run onto a grassy field from the back of the warehouse, which is thick with yellow-clothed armies of bowmen.
Even though we leap from the fire into the frying pan, we don’t mind. It was hell inside that warehouse- and we’re lucky to have escaped at all. We prefer this new fight to the one we just lived through.
I lead everyone into battle, like AOE3. The bowmen are killing use easily with their never ending rain of arrows.
We’re all on the fast track to dying, until a trumpet sounds out of nowhere. It’s a warning signal- warning of the oncoming killer monkeys. I’m not sure which threat is worse- the monkeys or the archers. When the archers tuck-tail and abandon their battle with us to run away themselves, I decide that it’s the monkeys we should fear.
I snag green and white arrows off the ground as I run to arm myself. Most of the survivors from the warehouse have either been killed or are running for cover. The closest I come to securing a safe location for myself is ducking behind a broken down minivan. It’s a pathetic position to try and hide from these killer zombie monkeys, but once the siren dies- I have no choice than to live with the hiding spot that I have.
I hear the patter and scamper of the monkeys as they flood the street, climbing over the cracked concrete and out of commission vehicles. A monkey comes over to the minivan, and thankfully explores on it’s other side. I grip onto the handle of the passenger side and hoist myself up so that my feet don’t touch the ground. The foot-tall monkey would have easily seen my feet from underneath.
I watch the purple-skinned, white-furred monkey through the windows of the car until a dog pops up in the driver-side window, on the other side of the van. It seems me and starts to bark. I desperately want the dog to stop, but the pup doesn’t. I drop to the ground and shoot the dog in the face with an arrow. Any more barking would have aimed all the monkeys at me, and I couldn’t have that. I go ahead and shoot the monkey that was examining the van so that I can move to the next car without being seen.
I have to shoot several more monkeys and dogs to reach the warehouse. I don’t want to go back inside, but I have no choice if I want to survive the onslaught of vicious monkeys. At least I’m not locked inside like before, so I still have a chance of escape.
The inside of the warehouse is wooden and feels more like an abandoned house than a storage place. There’s some open fires built along the walls, sort of giving the place a homeless-esk. I come across Lily, who slowly follows me around. I want to take her with me, but I know that I can’t save her and myself. I set her up in a blanket near one of the fires, because I know how much she loves to sit next to flames and be warm and cozy. It’s the most I can do for her. I leave her behind.
Amongst the maze of dirty, wood, nearly identical rooms, I find Misha Collins. We’re both so relieved to have found each other again- after being separated during the escape. We have to find my bow, which I left behind at the front gate of the warehouse. We weave through the halls and eventually find the front room. Just one more set of doors and we’ll be outside, where the bow should be waiting on one of the planters just five feet away.
Before we go for it, I stop him. I know we’re in danger and that there’s no time to be waisted, but I can’t go forward without expressing my affection. This could be our last semi-safe, peaceful moment for me to have such an opportunity. I pull him down by the wrist, and kiss him.
He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, above his hip bones. He holds me here at eye level as we connect our lips together. His lips are soft and enveloping- filling me with warm that I never want to cease. I card my fingers through his hair, and he gazes straight into my soul with his stunning blue eyes. Being this close to him is overwhelmingly /more/ than I ever could have day dreamed.
Once we do pull apart and head outside to continue our mission to freedom, we come across our friend Vicki who hands me my bow. She joins us in our escape. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of April 10th, 2015
Real-life characters: Bowmen (AOE3 Aztec archers), Lily, Misha Collins, Vicki Collins.
Dream-created characters: Other escapees.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Warehouse, field, rooms.
Different than real life: Lily passed away five days before this dream on April 5th, I’ve never seen a monkey in person, I’ve never killed an animal with my bow, I’ve never so much as met Misha Collins, Vicki isn’t just a friend of Misha’s- she’s his wife.
Reoccurring: Killer monkey zombies is a reoccurring theme: http://dreamcatcher.net/zurastar/17585
Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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