Well, I’d rather talk about how my dream involved the vengeful ghosts of nail polishes past, a horrifying abomination transforming a cute anime girl into a hideous rotting avatar of a mad god, my coworkers being terribly impressed by my wizardry, and the Skyrim style fight we had with the ghosts haunting the outside world.
The only part I remember clearly is that I was leading a group of people out of our former shelter by digging through snow, and it was pitch black except for a soccer field lit up over the hill. We could hear a team of kids playing, and see shadows flickering, and one member of my party go over excited and ran over to join the game despite my warnings.
When we crested the hill, he was alone on the field, lit by harsh spotlights. Everything was silent, and he looked up at us with the most terrified expression.
He ran for the fence, and the shadows began to move.