I've recently come to the realization that I'm much more anal-retentive than I believed I was. I tend to get real upset when some things don't go the way I want or if I forget something important. Maybe it's more obsessive-compulsive. Anyway, this seems to fit in nicely with this dream.

I've been having these recurring dreams where I'm in school and I can't find my locker or the classroom I have to go to. But most often I have the feeling I forgot about a class. It's like we're a month into the semester and I remember going to a history class at the beginning of the year, but haven't gone to one for weeks. I try to ask my other classmates, but I don't think they all have the same schedule as me or they're ignoring me.

That night, the dream continued...with a twist.

I was sitting in History class and it turned out I had in fact missed at least 2 classes...including an exam. I was freaking out. I never missed classes. The teacher was handing out the graded exams and I didn't know what to do. I was panicking. I pretended like nothing happened, hoping I had gone to the exam and forgot about it. The teacher made some indirect comment about some people missing classes and having missed the exam. Then the class was over.

I also confirmed I had been missing my Math and English classes.

This isn't really a weird story/dream; I just find it interesting that I'm having recurring dreams that are now following each other. To Be Continued?

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This one's a mix of 70s Sexploitation and Zombie Holocaust type movies. (Movies where people end up stranded on some tropical island where some sort of experiment brought the dead back to life) That's not what the dream was about, but it had that cool weird feeling. In fact it was probably inspired by the fact I recently (shamefully) downloaded "Erotic Nights of the Living Dead".

Brains!

I was some sort of ATF agent trying to take down a gun dealer in the Caribbean. He was on the beach with his hot topless girlfriend, waiting for his buyer to arrive by boat. I was on a small island close-by, hiding in the reeds, keeping a close eye on him while reinforcements arrived, also by boat. Yes, reeds. It was a swamp and a Caribbean island by the sea. Dreams, you know.

Anyway, the deal was going down soon and the ATF boat was late. I decided to send my local contact -- a sexy native with 3 boobs -- to swim over there and distract him. I figured while the three of them were having sex, I'd have time to sneak over there and arrest the dealer. In typical 70s fashion, they started screwing without a word exchanged (she was a native and didn't speak English) and I sneaked/swam my way to their location.

The buyer's boat was arriving just as I go to the shore. I could something was wrong by the way it approached the quay. It was more drifting than being steered. It turned out the boat had been over-run by zombies and was filled with them. Also, they were slowly coming out of the sea.

The rest of the dream was me running away from zombies.