I had a zombie dream last night, we were holed up in this dark building, the zombies were trying to get in through these two sliding doors like an old fashioned elevator, we couldn't lock them only hold them shut. I remember struggling to get changed into some sort of body armour/riot gear as I was only wearing shorts and a t shirt, I only managed to get the pants and boots on (but laces untied) as they burst through. I remember being pissed that I dropped my bag with supples and rather specifically two water bottles.
My father was among the other survivors and we fled up these stairs and I though there was a way out but it only looped around back to the stairs. So I ran back to where the rest of the survivors, men and women with all sort of melee weapons stood in an alcove containing a giant window. I personally had a crowbar. I remember it being heavy and at the same time it was really had to kill a zombie, I swung at ones head but only shattered a jaw, I hit anothers head but it was too close and I only end up pushing it back.
Suddenly sunlight bloomed through the window and I remember saying to my father "It's okay, I always wanted to die in the daylight". Suddenly there was a rumbling louder than anything I'd ever heard (actually my mobile phone alarm) and we threw ourselves to the ground as a helicopter fired through the window killing all the zombies as I awoke.
