My most recent bad dream was where I was in this glass house, and I and this group of people couldn’t go outside because everyone else when infected with this virus ( I know kind of like 28 days later)
We were blocking up all these holes because the mice were infected too…
Then I suddenly (in that wierd dreamlike way) was outside of the glass house and this pale guy with a black mohawk came near me and started to bite my leg. It hurt and then I finally woke up.
When I woke up I felt around for my leg and was relived to see that there was no scratch. I know, it was just a dream and I wouldn’t have an actual bite but I like to cover all my bases.
I think this dream actaully derived from this book I was reading and it was a little scary…but had no one who was infected with a virus, it was actaully about immortality…