I had a dream once when I was little that I remember full well. There had been an epidemic of small pox in the community. But it turned out it wasn't small pox, because the people were having little white boils popping out on their skin. Well, to keep people safe, they told us to stay indoors and away from the infected. Well, the dream takes an odd twist when rats and mice start spurting from the white boils, causing people to scream in pain and bleed to death. Then said mice and rats ate the dead bodies and brought more of the infection to people. But I had nothing after my friend T and I ran away with our families to a safe house...there should've been a part 3 to the dream, but there wasn't.