Dream #1
I was in an "office" that looked more like a small apartment. I was waiting to do a volunteer event. I sat in a seat like a folding lawn chair.
The light in the room was yellow. There was another room next to mine. This room was more like an actual office than my room was. The head volunteer person sat in there. I was waiting for the head volunteer person to be ready. I had arrived at 6:30 AM. The event wouldn't begin until 8 AM.
I had brought a couple plastic bags full of food with me. I figured since I had enough time, I would go back home and drop this stuff off. I walked into the office to tell the head volunteer person so.
The head volunteer person sat at a desk with a computer. She had short, black hair. Beside her was a tall, fat man -- the man she had been waiting for (???). I told them I would be back soon.
I walked out the door. I didn't really feel like I as actually leaving. I felt like the leaders didn't feel that way, either. I felt like in some way this place was really a place for crazy people, and that even though I could leave, I'd have to come back.
I was in a long hallway with tall, white walls and clay-red floors. The hallway had tall, arched windows that let in a lot of light. On the wall opposite the windows a group of people sat in a circle of folding chairs.
Some people may also have been sitting in hospital beds. This was a psychiatric session. I sat down, but I didn't feel like I belonged here. I tried to remember why I was here. If someone asked me, I didn't want to be unable to remember. But I still couldn't remember why I was here. So I stood up to leave.
As I was leaving, my senior co-worker TCR called out to me. I turned and saw him sitting with everybody else. He tried to explain to me why I did belong. I might have gone back to sit in the circle.
I was now with a group of people on an empty city street, like a warehouse district. It was yellowy sunny but cold. The group of us were hiding from zombie-like people. They would either attack and eat you or turn you into one of them.
We had gotten to a slight slope, with possibly a fenced-off schoolyard. We hid behind a white car by the curb. Across the street from us were a gang of zombies. They disguised themselves (instinctively?) to look normal.
One of our group fell for the zombies' trick. He was a tall, thinnish, blonde man, kind of dumb, wearing a white, knit hat, a white, puffy jacket, and faded blue jeans. Snow had begun gusting through the street, somehow making the air orange-red-pink. We tried to call the man back.
I stood on an empty city street corner, with tall, redbrick buildings all around me. It was a clear day. I stood before a car full of zombies. The zombies looked like average people of all types. The car was so full the zombies could barely move. I was surprised the zombies were smart enough to drive the car.
My group was somewhere behind the car. I thought perhaps my group was, now, the zombies in the car. I thought they'd been turned into zombies while I'd been away. I thought they'd tricked me into thinking they were still normal until I'd gotten close to them. Now they would attack me.
I turned to run. The zombies weren't driving after me yet. I believed their plan was to smash me into a building. But they were having a hard time coalescing enough -- putting all their will together well enough to move as a group -- to come after me.
I tried to run as fast as I could, while also trying to keep my balance on occasional patches of ice that slicked the road. I ran down a wide street with small buildings on either side. Only a few blocks down was a beach and then the ocean.
I ran down to the beach. I ran along the beach, trying to keep my speed up in the soft sand. The farther I ran, the more the coastline narrowed. Home properties fenced off more and more land, eating more and more into the beach. The fenced-off areas were like lawns -- just lawny backyards.
Eventually I an half in and half out of the water. Then it was like I ran through a muddy river. Even still, I worried that I might get arrested here for trespassing. Probably, I thought, the sections of water I ran through also belonged to the people who owned the fenced-off properties.
I came to a weird-looking, almost suburban, city area. A lot of people were around. A few people in a group were near the banks of the river (or sound?). The fenced-off areas disappeared. It was just open lawn, like a park, with a town square and houses in the distance. The group of people seemed normal and seemed to welcome me.
I stood up onto the lawn. I thought I would join the people.
