Morning of 1/15

So in my dream there was an enormous ship wreck

Enormous as in the ship itself was so huge however we were not exactly out to sea. The ship was destroyed or… broke incredibly close to where it was docked and though there was a sinking element. Most importantly there was a zombie element. Zombies flooded this ship, bloody zombies and somehow there was a technical malfunction. I don’t remember how all the zombies were destroyed but as far back as I can remember I was standing in what was some half sunken observatory deck that was sloshed with blood and guts, holding my long bow and arrows. I climbed down the side, through some shallow water and set up a target along the side of the ship. People near by were discussing how we still had signal so as long as someone came to rescue us before our phones died we should be fine. Some teenager came up to me while I was practicing and asked if she could shoot so I gave her the bow to practice and she ended up being a better shot than me so I let her hold onto the bow in case the zombies came back.

Then I watched a beautiful sunset over the water and listened to the waves, red from the sun but also blood. Some life boat had gone out trying to find people. I was worried about them navigating in the dark. Across the way was a sandbar and I noticed someone dressed in all red walking towards me. It was Ask Nicely. I was like “Did you see what happened?! Are you ok?!” And they were like “oh yah I’m ok” I forgot what they said they were doing out there but it was something cute and a tiny bit helpful.

I went into the room that Flor had been staying in and grabbed their bow and arrows (they were better and more efficient than my longbow anyway) and went down into the control room where some hacker dude was trying to get the ship up and running. The captains chair started orbing, and waving, and an incomplete hologram appeared before morphing away. And then another hologram appeared and she started saying some conspiratory shit against us so I shot the chair with an arrow and it sparked and died.

Around this point in waking life, chikn started bothering me to wake up and then THREW MY GLASSES ON THE GROUND

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