I'm running around in a panic, it seems to be another zombie apocalypse dream...
We're in a house similar to our real life one, but slightly different, with new walls added to combine one part of the house to the other, making it seem like one whole big house.
Hurrying up I went to the bathroom and filled up water? I stayed put and watched as it fills up, while my brother goes around the house barricading parts of the house.
After the water fills, I went out and closed the front door... there's no lock, just a turnable knob that closes it in place.
The night grew faster as I start walking around the house, and there I saw it... A giant hole in the wall, poorly blocked by my brother.
I hear the sounds of... cats? The sound nearing closer and closer, I tell my brother to barricade the wall more.
He obliged and pushed a refrigerator to the hole, but to no avail because of the box that was there for blocking the hole badly.
I was scared, looking at everyone, there was nothing but darkness, only figures of my family.
Looking back at the gaping hole, cats have filled the area, trying to break in.
My brother pushes the refrigerator more, but the worse has came.
The cats climb onto the box and jumps inside the house.
Panick ensues...
I grab two knives from our knife rack and swing to the cats. I hit one, but the knife was too dull to even make a scratch.
My parents scream and runs away, while I stay near my brother and guard my feet from being bitten, while I try to give my brother one of the knives I took, which were a blunt one and a small knife.
But... the cats never bit me nor my brother, who was on top of a chair. The cats were only gliding their faces onto our legs.
Realizing they were friendly, we lowered our knives and go outside to look for our parents.
But the worse of it all is here...
Standing there infront of the seemingly new path that looks more of the outsude of our actuall house, my ___ with a knife in hand.
I'm sensing fear, not from them, but from me.
They shake uncontrollably as they put the knife inside their mouth. I scream to them...
"Wait, di man sila nangangagat, ok pa ta-" I stop mid sentence.
As I see them swipe the knife across from the inside of their mouth... killing them, as they drop onto the floor.
I weep for a bit and run outside to look for my ___. I pass by more cats, and I see two bloodied cats blocking my way.
My heart drops, thinking if they'd actually eaten him. But the cats, who looks a bit like someone I know, tells me that they were just messing around and pulls off the fang from their mouths.
They then tell me that, who I'm looking for is outside, before pointing to the only doorway left.
I run, breathing heavily, and there I ser a figure from the blinds, holding a small object and pulling on a pin.
A grenade, I couldn't get any closer without killing myself as well. So I just stand there, as I watch them eat the grenade and walk onto the street.
My body tightens as I watch in shock, as the explosion happens, bits and pieces fly everywhere.
My body finally allowed me to take control, and I forcefully open my eyes... my real eyes, to wake me up.
"Another fucked up dream" I say to myself.
Was it really a zombie dream? Why is it that it lets me take control when damage is done? It made me watch actions and mistakes I will never do in my life...
0/10 Nightmare, go fuck yourself brain.