I was being chased by this gigantic, twenty foot tall black dog. I was driving a black jeep, trying to escape, it was accelerating at a completely impossible rate, moving so fast.
Brandon was in my dream, he was upset with me for an unexplained reason. He wasn't a zombie, I don't think I was either, but we were on an extremely high tech vessel swarmed with walking dead. I can't place whether we were in the air or on the sea. Either way we were essentially trapped. There was one other man on the ship/zeppelin who wasn't a zombie and I was trying to protect him. There was a huge plate of hot dogs and I was trying to make the zombies eat those instead of attacking him. One dead woman got into the room where he was, I was panicked. She didn't kill him, I spoke to her. She said that he told her he was carrying secrets that belonged to her sister and they were very important. If she infected him, everyone would know.
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