night of 09/17/09

I am among the survivors in a zombie outbreak. They don't stumble around mumbling for brains; rather they are ordinary people who have become infected with malevolence; they are mostly hidden and only glimpsed. We had been employed in a group of buildings in a wide open area, as if we were counselors at a summer camp, except that our job was something technocratic; earlier in the dream we had been working in front of a massive glass wall to the outside as it was assailed by giant storms. We can fly, though with some effort and difficulty in maneuvering. The buildings are not safe, so we attempt to escape by working our way up laboriously through the tree branches and telephone wires along a road (which closely resembles the road in front of my childhood home) but find that we are actually within a giant room, with the only exit other than the buildings a small door near the celing into the next chamber, which is guarded by the infected. I need to return to a couple of the buildings for some belongings. We observe a group of the infected gathering in excitement. My wife is among them. She gives birth. The child presumably is infected. The group converges gleefully to consume the placenta.