I dreamed I was a zombie, but not the mindless kind. I was dead but still had my brain. Also I was a man. I had a friend as well who was a zombie. We tried to mind our own business, but zombies were feared and hated so we had to hide. At one point were on top of a tower and as dawn neared we needed to leave, but the tower was in a compound or something. We went down the back stairs and several times we were almost caught.
When we were on top of the building I was swinging out over the edge, but I wasn't afraid. I could see another building close by with steam coming out of the pipes. I remember the steam was very white against the dark sky.
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