A few nights ago I dreamt that I got into a car accident. I came out alive, but learned that I had killed an infant/toddler in the other car. The dream's events revolved around me attempting to cope with the guilt of it all and failing. I slowly went crazy and the dream culminated in my suicide.
Today, I had a very, very long and detailed dream. The scene appeared to be... how do I put it... apocalypse in progress. Typical "zombie" virus breakout type situation, but as it was happening, not the aftermath. So there were plenty of zombies and plenty of ordinary people holding out, not just minor groups. Since this one was insanely long, I'll just list specific events that stood out in my mind:
* There was an old train line that still operated, connecting the two primary safe havens. I was leaving the safe haven to scavenge for supplies and I was going back to what was once my house, even though I knew that whole area was infested. The journey takes about two days and is moderately dangerous. One of the passengers doing the trip (an Asian girl) became infected or had presumably boarded infected. We all (particularly I) just sort of stayed by her side and tried to make her last moments as easy for her as possible and comforted her before killing her. Having no time for a proper burial, we just threw her body out onto the side of the tracks (and many other bodies could be seen in this way).
I am not sure if dream-me was necessarily smart to stay that close to someone who was infected, but my dream never revealed the mode of infection. I was fine after it.
* It would seem that the symptoms were pallor, drooling excessively, sometimes vomiting/nausea and extremely bloodshot eyes.
* When I actually arrived at my suburb, I encountered a trio of "zombies" (?) immediately. They scared the living shit out of me and I legged it out of there and actually tried to get back on the train, but it was long gone and I realized I was stranded and I made a mistake.
* Managed to get into my house and over time, met people who were holding out in that area. We all eventually moved into my house and fortified it considerably. It became a small commune with a shared food/supplies store and it was up to everyone to venture out and loot/grab as much stuff as possible. We kept up to date on the situation with a radio. The safe haven I came from was always broadcasting.
* At one point, I had gone out looting with a party and I was caught in their house by a mother and her two kids. The mother was fine, but I could tell her two kids were turning (they had extremely bloodshot eyes and looked deathly pale). I apologized and said I thought the house was uninhabited and started to unload the things back into her pantry. She let me off, but as soon as she was out of sight, I legged it the fuck out of there because the others had escaped with the rest of her food.
At first, I thought dream-me was being a dick. But awake-me realizes that the mother, hanging around those two kids, was probably going to turn soon anyway and wouldn't need the food.
* Toward the end of what I could remember, I discovered a crawlspace in my house that I didn't think was there before. There was an old computer in it and a bunch of cryptic messages and newspaper cutouts taped to the walls. It would seem that in my absence, someone inhabited my house. I woke up before I could discover more about it.