In this oceanic dream, my grandpa navigated a submarine to our underwater dwelling. The mission: retrieve a valuable treasure stowed away on the -1 floor. The challenge? The house was teeming with slumbering zombies, and any disturbance would lead to my imprisonment. As I ventured through the house, carefully descending ladders, the loud snores of the zombies echoed. Despite my efforts, the zombies awoke, setting off a chaotic scramble to snatch the treasure swiftly. In the midst of the commotion, the walls began to close in, and the details of what ensued next faded into the mysterious depths of my dream.
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