nyquil dream

i've been battling a cold & last night when I took my nyquil to help me sleep...I had one of the infamous nyquil dreams I've come to know when I take it.

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I open my eyes to a scene out of a zombie apocalypse movies. I'm suddenly frantic & trying to mobilize to find my family and friends. I'm in my parents house in Stoughton (at least I know its supposedly the house). Details are off though. There's a brand new car in the garage, one I instantly recognize as my dad's (even though I've never seen the car before). As I grab the handle to go into the house, when the door opens, I step into my childhood bedroom. Not the room I had in this house, but the room I had growing up in Cottage Grove. As I walk into my room, I hear a rustling in the corner. My mom is digging through my things, trying to throw the important things into a bag. I turn around to find a zombie in the doorway. I bolt for the window, throwing a drawer through it as I go & run as fast as I can. Blindly tearing through a forest, branches scratching as I progress. When I finally stop to catch my breath, I realize I'm standing in the open of a beautiful glen. the coloration here is surreal, vibrant purples, teals and orange. The flowers dance in the breeze, the tall grass following in its own cadence. a soft white rabbit bounds into view. I fall to my knees under the crush of the blow. Only now do I realize, the creature made the journey with me. at the final moment, I hear a warrior's cry & see him charging at the thing. he will set me free, but will it be in time? I close my eyes & when I open them, I am standing in a field of purple, alone. I turn around and see the new car again. I can feel myself floating above now. observing and watching, no longer participating. but I can still feel that I am in control. as i float above, I see the final moments before the creatures attack the house, the neighbors, and moving on. I begin to fly above it all.
Flying over miles & miles, seeking out safe refuge. While still seeking loved ones. I begin to feel like I'm falling, about to crash into the ground.
I awake with a jolt, a scream caught in my throat. I'm sitting up in bed, feeling fried. I reach for the glass of water. As I set the glass back down, the door to the next door bedroom slams closed.

An intense finish to an intense nyquil dream. Somehow, I always find myself flying during any of these nyquil dreams.