Dreamt the government was trying to extinguish us so we all didn’t turn into zombies since it was turning into a global thing.

I was visiting a family I know when the attack began. We were all playing some sort of game in their living room that I sucked out. My competitive side didn’t care though. What I did care about was why a past love interest was there.

He was initially hiding from me within the couch because he had been flirting heavily with some girls there, but only emerged when I was talking to my dad…who passed in 2013 but was also there with the kitten form of our beloved cat…about him.

Their house was inside a mall for reasons I do not know. Malls are a common setting for my dreams, again, for reasons I do not know.


A few of us were standing outside on the back balcony when I spotted a levitating poison dart. I saw it change direction midair. We decided to take action, and we pulled out the guns that were in a room behind us.

It had been a while since I fired one, but I aimed…fired…and missed. After that, a hundred or so more came into view, and all pointed towards us.

We started firing like crazy, each of us hitting some, but ultimately not being able to deflect their path towards us at an alarming speed. We were all hit with them.

I was hit with one that had yellow coloring on the end of its tip. The woman next to me got hit with a yellow-tipped one, as well as a green-tipped one. The man with us was hit with three red-tipped ones.


We immediately panicked at the different colors wondering what they meant. I interrupted the game being played by the unsuspecting others as I looked up what if meant in what I think was a newspaper.


Yellow meant nothing.
Green meant it was laced with 2026 Covid.
Red meant it was laced with a weaponized Covid that would make the 2019 version look tame in comparison.


Unbeknownst to me, my dad had gone outside and was hit by a red one.


There were a lot of tears shed for the two men we were about to lose, but several of us decided to gear up swat style and take turns hunting the darts down in an act of vengeance.


I remember the last “scene”, it was my turn. I cautiously opened the front door of the house which overlooked the mall parking lot. And ran all the way to my 80’s tank of a car. Once inside of it, someone on the walkie-talkie screamed for me not to move. The darts were apparently over my head.



My dreams need to chill, man. Why can’t I dream of a nice quiet date with Henry Cavill or something? Or crocheting a hat for a future grandbaby as I sit in a rocking chair and hum? Jesus 🤦🏻‍♀