Most fucked up dream that I have had in a long time. It started out with Katie and I trying to go to a movie? We were riding bikes. I kept asking her �What theater do you want to go to?� She would say numbers instead of actual theater names, or she would start saying movies. We were even right next to theaters and she still wouldn�t point to one or do anything logical. I was getting really annoyed and pissed off.  The streets were very barren except for a few black people that were giggling at how frustrated I was. I don�t recall that we actually went and saw a movie, then. We just sort of kept running around aimlessly until Katie actually said the name of a real theater, but by that time they were mostly closed, even though there was still daylight. It�s like something was about to happen, and everyone was gone/hiding.
	All of a sudden, bright red/orange outlined creatures started popping up out of nowhere. They looked cartoonish, the way they were solidly colored and glowing menacingly. They screeched and squawked like burning and splitting metal, and slowly walked towards the tiny town that we were in. I was horrified. Eventually I found Daniel, and he was just walking down the street nonchalantly. I started to hop over this fence to distance myself from the nearest creature, and he looked at me with a shocked face, and said �Alison, no! If you ignore religion, they won�t come after you. They�re only after christians.� But it was of no use. The monster spotted my fear and need for escape, and started to advance on us. Daniel�s face contorted and he became very serious, saying, �It�s too late. We need to go.� Zombies colored orange started to appear as well, and they became the immediate threat. Dan started to coak people into this little burrow in the ground that went down for miles, including me. At first I obliged, going in with a few randoms coming in after me, and then claustrophobia hit me. I did not know how far down I would have to go to make room for people, and for how long. I scrambled back out, screaming and nearly crying, stating that there was no way in hell that I would be staying in there. Dan was frustrated, but understood my feelings. I saw most of my family get into the burrow, except Luke. Probably because he was out of town. Camden was in there, and his nose wouldn�t stop running. Strange. Other people I had made up in my mind were in there as well. After they were secure, Dan and I started to run. We were eventually in a building, looking for anyone that still  needed to escape into the burrow. There were dozens of dogs in the building, dobermans. They were all crazy. They didn�t seem that interested in Dan, but when I walked past them, they bared their teeth and I became very anxious. Dan sensed that we couldn�t get past them easily with the interest they had for me, so we just started to sprint down the flights of stairs until they either lost us or were tired of chasing us. It took a while for either of those things to happen. A lot happened� something that gave us a huge advantage. I can�t remember! We were in a room with a little baby, a girl who was maybe a year old. She had short, light brown curly hair, wearing dark blue jeans and a lightly colored tank top. No socks. She was sitting on the floor. For some reason the dogs didn�t go after her. There were two of them. The little girl addressed both of them by name, and we figured that the dogs had some last shreds of sanity that linked them to their owner, and kept them at bay. Still, they were adamant about not letting us leave the room. For some reason, we feigned sadness?�Daniel held a cup over his mouth like  he was trying to hide the fact that he was crying, and I did the same. We slowly backed out of the room. As soon as there was about 3 inches of space left between the door and the jamb, we threw our cups into the room and slammed the door shut. My cup was stuck between the door and the jamb at first, but bent so that it was able to squeeze into the room. I held the door tightly until Daniel and fully secured and locked it. As soon as I let go, the dogs howled, and started to tear the tiny girl to shreds. We heard ripping of fabric, the girl�s clothing. Then the tearing became more labored and grotesque-sounding, and the girl started to scream. Tiny, little girl screams. Like a crying baby again, in agony. I felt terrible.  The dogs� anger about losing us was being taken out on the tiny girl, all shreds of sanity gone. I tried not to think about how she would be scattered across her bedroom and tiny, bloody slivers of skin and fabric. Dan and I left the building after avoiding more dogs, and for a moment I was someone in the burrow. Everyone was having polite conversation, not at all as claustrophobic as I would have been. It was still day time, somehow. The sky was a light yellow, just now fading into orange. I was myself again, and Dan and I were back at the burrow, starting to pull people out of it. We told them that everything was all right, and that they were free to come out.. but then we were in some type of bus, dragging the burrow with us? We were pulling people out while driving somewhere, and came to a stop every now and then to let someone out. When we pulled Camden out, I remember thinking  �Wasn�t he in a differet burrow? Why didn�t he come out with the rest of his family?� We left him alone on the side of the road, and it was a matter that I shouldn�t care about. Some time passed, and Dan was in a sheriff�s suit with THREE stars, standing in front of my house, smiling. Then we were in some super-sheriff truck/hummer. It looked pretty badass. Huge mirrors on the inside, the tires probably over twenty inches tall, lots of space, a bed in the cab(I figured Dan and I were going to have a celebratory fuck later). I giggled at the fact that he had three stars. For saving the entire town with his BRILLIANT burrow idea, he became sheriff for a day. Just a day. I told him he was wonderful, or something to that effect. Earlier in the dream, I forgot to mention that I saw Murderface from Metalocalypse. At first he was just off in the distance, and I recognized his hair. I think he was close enough to the point that we spoke, and I remember him smiling, but nothing of what he actually said.