All that I can remember of this dream is that the dream took place inside a windowless school or college-like building where maybe I was a student along with other students, and I remember the halls and rooms in this building being pretty small and narrow.
This dream probably took place over several days because I remember walking around through the halls and through rooms, and then maybe walking down a hall past some offices to leave the building each day.
Somehow Cat Grant and I started dating, so I remember us walking and talking and spending some time together each day, and I would probably visit her office each day.
I got to meet her adult son (Adam Foster) and sometimes she would have a woman following her around, probably her personal assistant (maybe Kara Danvers), and maybe Cat gave me a job or was going to give me a job and/or I was not going to need a job anymore but I can not remember; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, maybe one or more major disasters (possibly worldwide) happened (natural and unnatural, maybe weather and/or social collapse and/or zombies), and I remember being with a random group of people trying to survive.
At some point after traveling and probably defending ourselves I remember us seeking shelter in a fictional building that seemed to be in the unfenced parts of the yard of our neighbor Mr. RD, and I remember part of this building having many beds.
At some point two large factions in our group started to unofficially form, I was not part of either, and eventually an argument started between the two growing factions in an indoor and outdoor area.
The argument started between a man who looked somewhat like the actor Dave Franco and an older man who was probably the leader of the other faction, the argument became intense and physical, and guns were drawn leading to a standoff.
Two women with whitish colored skin who seemed to be bodyguards or police for the other faction leader pointed their guns at the man who looked like Dave Franco, and they disarmed him and they held him at gunpoint on his knees with his hands behind his back; but members of his group pointed guns at the two women in his defense.
Slowly other people in the crowd started to choose a side and point their guns as well, so I stood there watching as people who were not part of a faction like me, started to choose a faction to side with; but I continued watching wondering which faction would win.
I wanted us all to work together as one group and I felt that this was stupid and that it would probably lead to half of our group killing each other, and this would decrease our chances of survival.
I stood there looking around at this intense standoff wondering if everyone would start killing each other soon over nothing, there was one man among the crowd who I felt would decide who would win, and this man was a larger and taller and more muscular and tougher and more dangerous version of the character Abraham Ford (played by the actor Michael Cudlitz) from the television series The Walking Dead.
Abraham Ford was possibly the most experienced and well-trained person in our group and he was a military veteran, like me he was not a member of either faction, and so he was standing there watching the standoff with a super intense facial expression that was so intense that the best way that I can describe it is by this image of his character from the comic books (which I have never read):
If only you could have seen how intense Abraham’s facial expression was, it was scary, and I felt that if he chose a faction then that faction would win the battle; and so I watched him intensely wondering which faction, if any, would he join.
I knew that I did not want to be opposing Abraham, I felt that he was an important asset to the group and I wanted to learn and train under him, and so I decided to walk over to talk to him to see what he was going to do.
We started to talk and I remember us walking and talking down the street, I am not sure if the standoff ended or what happened exactly, but it seemed that neither of us wanted to join a faction and we both felt that we all should work together; and so we were not going to take part in any in-group fighting.
Abraham was normally quiet and kept to himself, the strong silent type, and he even had his own area in the corner of the sleeping area where there were several empty beds near his.
As we walked up the street talking I remember telling him about how I felt that he was an important member of our group, and I asked him a question about emotions and memories and how he deals with them.
I noticed that he seemed to be hiding a lot of anger and rage and hate and violence and sadness and bad memories inside, he answered my question but I can not remember what he said exactly, but it probably was something you just try to live one day at-a-time or something like that.
I remember this being a very emotional moment as we both opened up and shared some personal things, I remember almost crying and my voice breaking up, and so I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from crying so I could share something personal about my life and about myself; but I can not remember what either of us shared, I know that it was about memories, and some of our mental and emotional problems or struggles.
As we approached a field I remember Abraham telling me that there were some empty beds near his sleeping area that were available if I wanted to use one because no one else was using them, it was a sign of friendship and trust, and I thanked him.
I asked Abraham if he would teach and train me in some of the things that he learned in the military and in life involving hand-to-hand combat, mêlée combat, ranged combat, survival, tactics, and more because I wanted to learn all that I could to help myself and others survive.
He smiled and laughed and joked that he guess that he still had some steam left or something like that, and he agreed that he would try to teach and train me; and I thanked him, but I woke up.