Cigars and More Zombies

Last night I dreamed I was riding on someone else's motorcycle. He dropped me off in a parking lot at the back of a strip of only a few stores. It was very crowded. I walked in the back door of one of the stores intending to buy a cigar. Yeah, I don't either. The store was too crowded so I walked back out & went to the one next door. That, too was crowded but I continued in anyway because I thought I really wanted a cigar. I have smoked a cigar maybe 2 or 3 times in my life, but only that was offered to me so I know nothing about buying them.

The store manager saw me & asked me if he could assist me. I told I wanted to buy a cigar. He pointed to my right where, along the wall was a dark gray metal shelving unit upon which were lots of different cigars. I just wanted to buy something cheap because I could not afford to buy an expensive one. I looked them over. He asked me if I really wanted to buy a cigar. I thought about it for a couple minutes and decided I did not. I wanted to buy a newspaper. To the left of the cigar shelves were dark gray metal newspaper shelves. I looked at the neat stacks of newspaper, but they were not labeled like they are in, say a Borders book store so I was not quite sure which I wanted. I started to pull the top paper down from each stack to see what they were but gave up altogether because more & more people were coming into the store. I told the manager I changed my mind and walked out the front door where motorcycle guy was waiting for me.

We rode to someone's house where he again dropped me off at the back door. I went inside and encountered another person. Not sure if it was male or female but he/she was in his/her 20's and he/she told me he/she was waiting for his/her father to get home. We made our way to the front of the house where the father had pulled up in the driveway and was getting out of the car. He came towards the door and noticed his eyes were all blood-shot and glazed over and half his face was decomposing. I knew immediately he was a zombie. I slammed the door and told the kid his/her father was a zombie & to not get near him. We went out a side window onto a porch deck where my motorcycle driver and a friend of his on another motorcycle were waiting. I jumped on the motorcycle behind my friend while pushing the other person towards the other motorcycle and yelled for the person to get on. The person kept wanting to go to his/her father, who was quickly coming towards us. I again explained to the kid that the father could not get anywhere near us or we could end up becoming zombies. The motorcycle drivers had to find a way to turn around on the somewhat narrow deck when I woke up.