Let me just say it was pretty awful. Zombies everywhere. I eventually managed to get out of this mall type place and get out into a more open area with houses and roads and stuff. I found my girlfriend and a few close friends. Many of them died on the way, by getting chomped on by zombies. I must have bashed in about a hundred zombie skulls in my dream while I was armed with a baseball bat. It was all very scary and depressing. If I had managed to stay asleep through more of it, it was looking like it would have ended up like Night Of The Living Dead, where me and a handful of survivors were going to board ourselves up in a house, but I don't think I would have agreed to it. I just wanted to keep moving. I didn't recognize any of the landscape. Trust me, it was a dreadful nightmare. One moment of comic relief though: I saw this tall lurching guy in a leather trenchcoat and snuck up behind him and bashed him one time with the bat. He turned around and it turned out he was a human...claiming to know me and that we had a nasty argument in the past. Many of the zombies (especially near the end) were getting harder to kill. I'd whack 'em home run style in the skulls and they'd get back up. That's when I started waking up.