Band of survivors using this apartment as a 'base'. Not really sure what brought on the need to be a "survivor".
Traveled to my old family house on an excursion (didn't recognize it as my old house until after the dream, but given the layout it's pretty clear). The distance was dream-warped so it wasn't miles away. End up assaulted by some guys much bigger than me, don't find any guns to defend the place with - Obviously - and the ones in my group who do have some get killed. At their mercy and pressed up against the wall, but turns out they speak a language I know (in-dream) and are amused with my desperate piping up. They let me go no worse for the wear, except scared. And alone with my friends dead.
While back at my place I try to rest, but there's a pecking on the window. I look up and there's some weird exotic multicoloured reptilian-bird staring at me. I just open the window and let it in. It liked bread, so I hand-fed it some slices, then it just went on its way again. A while later the window was still open and suddenly a similar-looking creature but with like a friggin' 3 meter neck and head that barely fit is hovering above me and chirping. I left the room to get whatever bread I had left, but the fucker trashed my place before I came back and wouldn't leave until I gave it to him even though I was mad. Good riddance! Window closed!
Not much of a coherent story-arc, but I practically never dream anyway, so that's cool.