Well, back to dream telling?
Last night I had one of those zombie dreams, I was in a/my house, and for some reason I had found myself looking in a mirror looking like a hoplite with an axe. Then I had approached to a zombie which it said some intelligible threatening things, but I had cut it off with a axe to the face. A bunch of disgusting things happened, it seemed to writhe a bit with its head split in two, but then it started laughing because more zombies were behind me. For some reason my axe disintegrated, and I was forced to run, but there was nowhere to run, zombies were closing in on me, and apparently the room was shrinking too. After the first zombie had clung onto me and bit, I woke up.