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Sherlock in the Zombie Apocalypse with a Black Cricket

I am in a securely locked up safe house in a zombie apocalypse with my quite large family. We need to go on a food run, which I orchestrate. Everything goes as planned, until it's time to return home. The sun is getting dangerously close to the horizon, and around this time is when the zombies come out. I tell everyone, my mom and little sister included in a group of about a dozen cousins, that it's time to head back and to follow my lead. I climb up a church style building using windowsills and gutters until I'm up over the roof. I'm about to leap to the next rooftop when I hear my little sister's scream. I turn back and see that no one was able to follow me up here. My heart pounds as I rush back to where I left my family, to find them fighting off a hoard of early zombies. I jump down into the middle of the fight, using my swords to fight off the fiends. I manage to save my screaming little sister, but the same could not be said for all of my cousins, particularly the young ones. I order everyone to follow me, leaving behind the dead- both the newly departed family members and the walking. I run around the building this time, and lead us to our safe home.
Now it's just me and mom inside our mostly boarded-up home. Only the entrance and front window are not boarded. Home. We're both able to take a deep breath of reprieve, finally being somewhere safe and secure. This doesn't last long, however, when out the front window through the sheers I see a group of living people, all of them my age and judging by appearance all of them thugs, are walking past the house. In the distance, across the wide street, I see a vehicle on fire and more zombies roaming around. I usher my mom to sit down in the chair she's standing by, and I crouch next to her. We stay perfectly still, both of us holding our breaths and not making a sound. I silently pray the group passes by our house without noticing the lights are on. One after the other I see the group of men and women pass, not giving our place but a glance, until one particular man with sharp cheekbones, a popped black collar, and blue scarf examines the window and stops. He says something to the leader of their group, and nods toward the house. I mutter, "Son of a bitch, Sherlock" under my breath as the entire group examines our abode. Sherlock and the leader are the first inside. Me and my mom play dead, and I assume they fall for it as they walk right past and examine the far wall. They're followed in by the rest of their gang. I slowly creep my hand under the chair my mom sits in, my hand searching for the gun I hid there. Instead all I find is an ice-scraper. It'll do. I tightly grip it and slowly tug it out, going unnoticed by everyone. I wait for their backs to be turned before I jump to my feet and hit the girl standing closest to me over the head. She goes down. I take out the next guy, then the next girl who takes two or three hits to knock out. The other two guys put up more of a fight, but I keep them quiet enough that the facing-away Sherlock and leader do not notice. I creep up behind them, and with one glorious hit upside the head, the leader goes down. Sherlock begins to draw his weapon, a little gun known as a Cricket, and I tackle him into a recliner. We both struggle for the gun, which I manage to pry from his fingers and slam down onto the counter to our right. I pin him underneath me, straddling his hips in this chair. While my mom gets up and ensures that the enemy are all unconscious, I empty Sherlock's small but powerful gun into a picture frame. "There, less bullets to use against me," I say and set the gun down. He says something sarcastic, to which I reply with something equally witty and playful. Our banter continues until a church bell rings- a warning that a massive hoard of zombies is on their way. I stand up off of Sherlock and look out. Where once there was our living room, is now a parking garage. The recliner that Sherlock is still tethered to is in the corner of this garage, and in the center there is a ring of shopping carts with a herd of walking dead in the center. The government, whoever they are, pull the carts apart and release the walkers to roam. I get extraordinary pissed that instead of using their automatic rifles to kill them while they were pinned, the set them loose for civilians like me and my mother to kill them. "Mom, my Cricket!" I shout. She asks me where it is, and I tell her tapped under the couch. She grabs it for me and tosses me the gold gun, while she loads her own. I back me and Sherlock into the corner and grab his black Cricket. I set up shopping carts as a barricade, and start to open fire on the walkers. His Cricket runs out fairly quick since I emptied most of it in the picture frame. I take aim with my own Cricket, but it's unloaded. I shout to mom to toss me another gun. It's a clunky revolver, but it'll do. I take aim. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of December 26th, 2013
Real-life characters: Mom, Sherlock.
Dream-created characters: Little sister, cousins, group traveling with Sherlock.
Real-life places: If you cut our current house in half long ways and widen the living room and hallway twice as much- that would be the house me and my mom were in.
Dream-created places: First safe house, roads around the church building, rooftops, parking garage.
Different than real life: I only which I knew Sherlock in real life, it's not a zombie apocalypse, I don't have a little sister, I barely know my cousins, I don't hide guns around the house.
Reasons:
Climbing on building and rooftop = I just got Assassin's Creed IV for Christmas and I've been playing it like a mad-man. There's a lot of building and rooftop climbing in the game.
Sherlock = I started watching Unlocking Sherlock the day before this dream, and also there was a mini-episode released a few days before that was super exciting. I'm freaking excited for season 3, don't get me started...
Zombies = I did see some Walking Dead stuff on my Tumblr dash, which doesn't happen that often.
Cricket and guns = At Christmas I was listened to my uncle and papa talk about guns. I don't know much about them, but I was thinking I'd want one that is small and easy to handle. I guess my subconscious translated that into the Cricket seen in Men in Black.
Precognitive: (5-9-14) I just watched Mortal Instruments: City of Bones, and lost my breath when I saw the institute building. This building is EXACTLY like the one that I saw in this dream, sky-scraper surrounded and all- down to the glass dome on the front corner and everything. It's so incredibly spot on that I can't believe it. I know I haven't seen this building before, since I hadn't seen the movie until just today, over five months later.
Reoccurring: No.

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