Zombie Clowns

March 10, 2011: I was walking down the road with two other people. I recognized this place from a previous dream I had a few years back, for I had once went to the place, as the adult with me had said. The only difference was that the place was wet and had mud. We passed a kid who said he knew me and rolled up his sleeve to prove his point and my name was signed on his wrist in what appeared to be blue marker. We walked back, as he also went back to the camp. Before I knew it, it was night. I was at the camp walking around and looking for the kids. I never found any and started to somehow recognize it. I knew an old enemy of mine had come back, Zombie Clowns. I ran into another building and found only one kid. I picked him up, for I wanted to save him and ran with him in my arms. I looked up the hill and saw swarms of Zombie Clowns. I saw a few other people there too with guns shooting them down before they could get to us. I set down the kid and somehow pushed a vending machine down and picked up another one and threw it. I yelled something, that I knew would finish it, and a beam of very bright light shot from in between the vending machines, going up and somehow killing all the Zombie Clowns.