There is some sort of panic in the upper classes. The lowers are dead from a virus or infection somewhere tropical or like the Nile. I mostly listen to those in charge discuss what to do and the horrible deaths that meet anyone who catches it. After, I have to wait in some sort of rather small bunker. It is underground or underwater or something. I am the only one there and just wander through a little bit before waking up.
After falling asleep after writing up the latter dream, I had another one, although I don't remember it very much. It had to do with, at first, my old school in San Francisco, at the Ashbury campus. The trees and other vegetation in the street were remarkably lush and it was perfect sunny day. Everyone there seemed preoccupied and was running around. The next thing I remember is fighting off one or two evil wizards or something in a rocking canyon pass (reminiscent of the path between Kakariko Village and the section of Hyrule Field to the northwest with high ledges on either side in The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) while having command of a huge, rather dumb, beast that was cross between a Harry Potter troll and the Cloverfield monster. I remember being on top of a ledge on the side of the canyon wall and looking down on the creature as I clapped to encourage it to squish my belligerents. Suddenly, it conjured up a massive dragon head-shaped fireball which swooped around and engulfed my opponents. As my friend from the Lycée come down to congradulate me, I wake up.
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