Wanderings in the Foothills of Lucidity

I am coming home to a family home with a goup of others. Upon arriving, we discover that two family members have become zombies and are roaming around the rooms at the far end of the property.

We start looking around and get our hands of the only two handguns that are part of the home's massive gun collection and the lot of us proceed into the very large and open basement.

Finally, the zombie familyt members find us and there is some awkward struggle as they try to take us captive, rather than eat us. However, they are over delicate and a few of us struggle against them. This is when I find some wooden dowels that I quickly sharpen and then try to impale one zombie with - it fails and the zombie seems fairly oblivious to my efforts.

Fleeing the scene, we all wind up back upstairs and outside on a landscape that has suddenly become a World War 2 battlefield. The dream becomes increasingly abstract as an 80-something year-old grandmother lobs several grenades perfectly into German positions and we all escape into the nearby woods.