I had a zombie dream last night.
I was playing some kind of video game that was also real life (Sort of like Homestuck, the player character even looked kind of like John). Anyway, zombies were about to attack so I called some girl named Katie (I think that was it) to tell her I was gonna go kick some zombie ass. We talked for a while and then she says there's a bunch of cats or something heading toward her back door. I said alright and hung up, knowing full well it was probably zombies moving in, so I headed to her mansion. Once I got there I saw that, indeed, there were definitely zombies out there. I looked in a window and there was a zombie black cat looking right at me. I shot it and as soon as the gun went off the whole dream shifted gears. It went from a pretty normal dream that happened to have zombies to having a borderline nightmare atmosphere. You could feel the tension in the air and there was this noise I can't really describe, like a drawn out version of the punch they always put in the background music when something scary happens to startle you.
Anyway, Katie, in the house, starts up this stream of gibberish, full-on glossolalia. She's right next to the front door so I run up and open it, as soon as I do she stops gibbering. I look in and she's right there. Gaunt face, sharp teeth, eroded lips and cheeks for a bigger bite, some kind of necrosis turning patches of her face black and white. She shrieks at me and runs past. Instead of shooting I timidly ask "Did you get bit?" (hurrr) and then a few seconds later I woke up. Shoulda shot her ass.