Dream #1
I looked at myself in a mirror. My hair was brushed down in a sloppy way. I also looked like I had straight fine hair (in waking life, my hair is kind of thick and curly). My hair was lightish brown with splotches of blonde. I could see my hair was thinning. I pulled my hair back to see my hairline had receded pretty far back.
Dream #2
I was down in the basement of a small house with a friend (probably a woman) and an older man. The basement was emptyish with grey concrete floors, white walls, and pale, incandescent lighting.
At first I thought we were avoiding zombies. If the zombies bit (?) us, we, too, would become zombies. But then I somehow noticed that my friend was a zombie, too. My friend and the old man went into a room and left the door open halfway so I could come in, too. My friend and the old man were looking at a line of small, abstract paintings of all different colors along the left wall.
Either zombies had made these paintings or zombies particularly liked these paintings. There was also a movie or video that zombies liked.
My friend asked me to become a zombie, too. I wouldn't of my own will, though I knew (and was afraid) that a zombie could attack me at any time.
I walked up from the basement, out a back door, and into a backyard. I walked to the front of the house along the left side of the house, which was densely shaded by trees. I was going to escape the house, but I couldn't let anybody know.
I flew up onto the roof, which was slightly sloped, solidly pale-black (???), with tiny metal "antennae" sticking out at random places, almost like random weed-shoots or tree-suckers.
At first I tried to walk very quickly along the roof so I wouldn't make a noise. I thought I was doing pretty well. But now I lay in a thick patch of shade (the roof was only partially shaded), telling myself if I could rest until dark I could escape more easily.
I worried, though, that if I slept in this position after the sun moved, that the sun would burn me pretty bad once I was out of the shade. But then I reflected that I didn't have to worry, after all. The shadow was pretty big. It might not move enough for me ever to be lying outside its boundary. I saw in through a window of the house or apartment building across from me. Some TV show was playing.
I stood in the dark on a park road like the road between the Metropolitan Art Museum and Cleopatra's Needle in Central Park. I looked down at my shadow. It was swirling with red and white patterns. Other shadows around me may have been doing the same thing. I thought this was just a trick of my vision and that it was due to my having been caught unaware and turned into a zombie. I somehow reasoned that this couldn't be true.
I started running down the road to get to some point of safety. The road was pretty well lit with orange streetlamps. I held my winter hat in my right hand. I ran past a police car. I hoped I wouldn't look suspicious. Again, I somehow reasoned that I wouldn't look suspicious.
I was feeling out of breath. The air might have been slightly chilly. I was getting close to being out of the park. Outside the park was possibly a quiet neighborhood. There would be, I knew, very few streetlights. I wondered if I would be able to make my way.
But already in the park were fewer streetlights. Where there was less streetlamp light I began to notice how brightly the moon lit things. I thought that once I got out of the park the light of the moon would be bright enough to guide me.
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