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When I was younger, I had many strange dreams. Here is one I would like to share.

The events of this dream took place during a darkened night, me and a few others were sneaking around an abandoned cathedral on the second level. 

Through a door behind us, there was movement. The door opened up, and stepping through were several figures in long black robes and skeletal faces. The door downstairs also opened as the military kicked the door down. We all got up and ran downstairs, and on the way, one grabbed my robes, but somehow I got away. A single touch was all it takes to change a person; a good thing it was not my skin.

We fled into the street, and on either side of us were buildings like apartments in a big city. Stepping out of every house, skeletons came out and followed our small caravan of survivors, military personnel, and tanks. They watched us from the tops of buildings and from windows and doors, following us across rooftops. They were smart to keep their distance from the armed soldiers. 

Under a bridge was a forcefield that uninfected citizens could pass through. As I attempted to pass through the barrier, I was stopped by the solid field of blue light. I was denied entry but had no idea why forgetting about the skeleton that had touched my clothes only minutes earlier. As the others continued, I was sent away. I ran through an alley and then across rooftops, fleeing the robed skeletons that came in pursuit.

In the next scene, I was flying through the air, followed by dozens of skeletons, practically one myself, as the infection had begun to take hold. 

This dream is very old; I'm not even sure when I had it.

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