I keep having this reoccuring dream that the world as we know it has ended and I am part of a group of survivors. In each dream I am out scavenging for supplies by myself. I always find odd things i know I can trade, like dog food and tampons. In the dream there is a "bad guy" always chasing me but i dont know who or why. I apparently am a badass cause I have a gun and drive like a bat out of hell. I always stumble across another group of survivors but they are secretly evil and when i discover this i wake up...
Maybe I should explore this and write a book!
Or maybe I should lay off the late night snacks.
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