My dream last night,

There was a tornado coming. we spent the majority of the day getting everything tied down or put away. In the end we ran to an abandoned building whose side was half torn off already. There was a deep dirt ditch though that would make up for it. we hid there. It was all we could do. There were alot of people with me. I remember my family being there when we were putting everything away and safe. But i cant remember seeing them with me now. All the faces were there, they were faces. But they were blurred. It was too difficult for me to define who was who. all that is, except one. Mycul Robert Davis. The once love of my life, and the now..."Are we friends are arent we?" Who was also in this moment, the only thing i wanted safe. I remember sitting there with my legs folded up so my knees were against my chest. With Mycul sitting right by my side. I had some sort of metal tool that i was using to poke holes in my arm. Little dots of blood just started appearing. The number was growing with the more panicked i got. But this wasn't weird or unusual. At least not to me. It felt normal. Like it was just something i did to keep myself alive. Like poking holes in a box when there's a little animal inside to give it air to breathe. However when i turned around to look at Mycul, he seemed just like a little kid. He was copying me. Though this got me even more panicked. Because i knew this was wrong. He was hurting himself. I was practically in tears by the time he grabbed a knife to slice through his arm when poking holes wasn't cutting it. Heh. No pun intended. He was slicing away. Making straight lines all throughout his arm. I was freaking out. It was okay for me to do this, but not him. Not mycul. I grabbed the knife out of his hand. Now mean while i guess zombies just started appearing out of nowhere. but they weren't necessarily the kind that would kill you. Nope not scary at all. More just kinda....well...dead to the world. So a couple of the no faced people started using them as water to fill the mote circling us. As if that would stop the tornado. By this time, mycul was acting very different. I didn't like it. I was only trying to keep him safe, and he was just trying to get away from me. And yes, he was still behaving like a little kid. Now I'm coming to the end to the story. The end, and the part where i wake up. He ran across the mote of bodies onto the open field across from me. I was reaching half way over yelling for him to come back. But the wind just kept carrying away my voice. He was just standing there staring at me. His face didn't give away any emotion of any kind when i was screaming at him. I was crying, not only because i didn't want to be alone, but because i didn't want him to get hurt. He didn't walk away. He didn't run in any direction. He didn't get sucked up into the sky. He just....disappeared. One minute i was looking at his face crying for him to come back, I didn't even blink, But then he just vanished into thin air. I was crying. Screaming "Please, i need you". That was when i woke up.