Dream on 3/13/10

It looked as though it was around 1950 or so, and I was at a boarding school. It wasn't EHS, but the Woodberry game was going on. Me and a couple other guys thought it would be funny to dress up like zombies and scare some of the woodberry kids. We got on all the makeup and stuff, and we crept through the bushes. I jumped out and scared this one blonde lady who was sitting in a chair outside conversing with some friends (just like those wrought iron chairs everyone has in their back yard), but she fell over and broke her neck. She turned into the first real zombie. We ran away because we were scared of what we had just done, and then time fast-forwarded about a year. I was now in this war-torn desert town, living with an old lady and Sam. The zombies were in a big pit (that was really only a few feet away from our house) down by the river. The main difference with these zombies is that they still had emotion and capability for complex thought. They even felt bad about being zombies, but they had to eat living human tissue or else they would "die". I watched what was now called a "charity suicide". A pretty woman with blonde wavy hair walked through the crowd of zombies. She was smiling but had tears in her eyes. As she walked by, each zombie would pull a little piece off of her to eat. The dream then resumed focus on me. I was sitting at the kitchen table and I was worried. The old woman (Grandma I guess) was freaking out and ushering Sam in through the door. My "mother" was coming, and Grandma was trying to keep her from taking Sam back to the nice, big, civilized city with her. She stepped into the room I was sitting in through the front door. She was tall with short blonde hair and a gray business suit on. She was pretty I guess, but I could tell that she was all business, and had no time to be an actual mom. This is about where the dream ended.