Horrible zombie nightmare recalled in great detail

The dream was that an extremely famous rapper was using genetic modification to promote his new highly anticipated album coming out. He modified these human beings to have much darker skin, sharp shark like teeth, and hollow eyes as part of the album aesthetic, but due to a miscalculation they developed a blind rage and taste for human flesh.

I was at work when things started to feel weird. First I saw it on the news. Reports of a promotional experiment gone awry. Then the first impact; a man steps out of his car on the highway and contorts on the ground into horrible figures. Immediately I notice what I’m looking at and decide to run away without telling my manager or coworkers.

I sprint home full speed, chasing down side streets and alleyways, my mind still racing. I get into the area when I pass by the house of a former customer of mine. His mother, who has dementia, is sitting in her rocker recliner, skin tinted dark, teeth disfigured, eyes like endless pits. It’s clearly gone airborne now.

I continue sprinting home, and when I arrive I lock the doors to the house. Just when I finish locking the back door, a Mercedes Benz G class pulls into my driveway. I run upstairs and hide under my desk so nobody can see me. I hear a ladder being erected up to my bedroom window. A feminine voice echoes through a megaphone:

“a new era has dawned on human kind. An era of total submission. You can run and you can hide, but can you breathe? Can you eat without my permission? Exit the home and you’ll succumb to the same fate”

The lady with the megaphone leaves soon after. I turn on the TV to see chaos erupting internationally on the news. Twisted cannibals eating humans as well as each other. Total violence misguided at anything that moves.

My father arrives at home a few minutes later. In total calm he unlocks the home front door, locks it behind him, and starts doing his laundry. I shout through my bedroom door and ask if he’s contaminated.

“Not at all,” he says.

I step outside and give him a hug and cry on his shoulder. He explains to me that we’re going to have to live differently now. More cautious. He tells me that we have to go pick up my sister, who lives in Philadelphia, and hands me a pistol.

“If we can’t rescue our family what’s the point in surviving at all,” he says with a cold stare.