Brace yourselves for action and violence.
Last night, I dreamt that I, my wife and 2 children were on vacation somewhere in Northern France. It was a large city but I didn't actually know the name. We were visiting friends who lived in the countryside and they had bought tickets to a large stadium concert. We had taken a public bus to this large city. We walked down a large, wide, modern city street and were part of thousands of people all walking towards the stadium. Everyone was happy, the kids were ducking in and out of peoples legs and the evening sun was warm on our backs. We passed over a bridge and continued in amongst the concrete support pillars under the stadium. Suddenly, there was a large explosion from inside the stadium and the ground shook. I thought it was a terrorist attack and went to grab my childrens hands. But they were lost in the crowd. Suddenly, all hell broke loose with helicopters, soldiers dressed all in black, people screaming, explosions and then I saw it - a zombie eating a person. The explosion had been a dirt bomb, releasing a chemical which turned people into zombies. Everyone inside the stadium was now a flesh eating zombie trying to get out.
Everyone started running back over the bridge and I was swept along, not knowing where my wife or children were. I was screaming their names but it was drowned out with all the other noise and screams. I tried to stop and look for them, climbing up on railings to see over the crowd. Suddenly, I saw my sons face so I jumped down, ran over and swept him up in my arms as I was running. We made it over the bridge just in time. The bridge was a kind of Tower Bridge affair which opened in the middle. They opened the bridge with people screaming and falling into the river below. Everyone left on the other side was done for. They were being exterminated by the black-clad soldiers - even the healthy were being killed.
Then helicopters swooped in and more soldiers abseiled down onto the ground on this side of the bridge. They were armed with shotguns, hand-axes, club hammers and batons. They charged towards us and we all ran, splitting up, taking shelter wherever we could.
We were running down an exclusive street filled with Gucci and YSL shops. One soldier caught up to me and my son and he pushed us both to the ground. I couldn't understand what he was shouting but I told my son to just lie still. He then shone some sort of scanner or something into my eyes and then did the same to my son. It gave off a huge, bright flash of white light. He must have been satisfied because he whispered in English, "Run. Run away as far as you can". So we did. As we were running we saw people failing the scans. They were clubbed to death on the street - women, men and children.
The next thing I remember was sitting on a public bus. My wife and daughter had joined us and we were on the same number bus trying to get back to wherever we had come from. We were tired, sweaty, scared and shaking but everyone else was acting normal as if they were unaware of what had happened. It was as if we had made it to another town and the news hadn't reached here yet.
Everyone looked normal but then I noticed a man sitting on the other side of the aisle had started coughing. He looked like he had the flu but then I saw him twitching and starting to snarl. I ran to the front and screamed at the driver to stop. I bundled my family off the bus and said to the driver, "Get off this bus if you want to live". But the bus continued and I started kicking myself at my stupidity.
I had let an infected travel nearer to OUR destination. I should have thrown him off the bus instead of us leaving it.
We ran down a flight on concrete/inner city steps and found (of all things) a massage parlour called The Swedish Lotus. It was closed but my wife banged on the metal shutters and somone answered. My wife explained in Swedish that we needed shelter and the woman took us in. We explained what had happened and she showed us the TV. Similar explasions had happened in stadiums all over Europe. And now nowhere was safe.
Then I woke up. More tired than when I went to bed.