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I dreamed that I was in a place (looked like an auditorium) standing with chattering parents, and a strange man came in. He was clammy-looking with dull colored skin (whitish-greyish, it still was gross). I had seen him in another dream some time ago. He was not good in that dream either. In this dream he represented disease. When I saw him I ducked behind a chair and sit there. He began to speak and told the people who were present that he had some sort of vaccine to help heal their children—all the children had to do was lick or stick some sort of paper to their skin. He said the name but I didn’t remember it upon waking. He had a demo of which I was peeking through the space between two chairs to see. Then something dawned on me, if all the adults were in here, in what seemed to be an emergency meeting, where were the children? And what was happening that they would need a vaccination?

I ran out of the room but there parents already flooding the halls in a panic. Some people were spraying and cleaning parts of the school. I didn’t get what was going on, until I saw some of the children. They were walking in line very calm; that wasn’t the problem. They were gray-blue, like zombies. I could see their veins through their skin, in their faces and hands. The parents were in pure panic, and were told not to touch the children. The children appeared to not see them—they looked straight ahead as they walked. I ran to a bathroom to throw up but a man came in and asked me if there was a problem and if he could help me with something. I held my vomit and ran out as he proceeded to spray the bathroom toilets. The same was happening on all five floors. I saw only one person with some kind of skin-tight covering from head to toe; she came out of a room of which I went into, and there were men and women dressed in black-tie evening attire. They were laughing (I’m talking about head back open-mouth jolly) and holding glasses of champagne, and talking about weddings and other things. I lost that view for another point.

At this new point, I felt like I was hiding in a small bathroom when someone knocked on the door. I opened it and a man was there, clearly panicked. He kept saying he was sorry and that they had messed up and asked me what should they do now and if I could tell them what to do. I then figured that I must’ve been in a projection of someone else’s dream. In other words, I was experiencing an inception. The man said to “me” that he and the other parents didn’t have any money to give and that they would collect money from their businesses and insurances and such but that it would take time. I agreed and felt myself smile maliciously. I woke up.

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