Dream Diary #1

Ok, so I had an interesting one (to me) this morning. I was pretty much running through a resident evil movie, and I don't know if any of them have been quite like my dream, but all of the zombies still acted like they did if they weren't zombies. I clearly remember being in a school, and it was hard to tell which people were zombies and which weren't unless you watched thm long enough to see they moved slower than normal people, but by then you'd have to make a run for it because they'd also realized you were food.

So, I'm running through this school with a guy that is my love interest (we keep saying I love you and shielding each other from harm, but I don't remember any of his physical features) presumably looking for other people who hadn't been bitten yet, and I start getting attacked by this dog. Now, this wasn't a dog like the dobermans in the movie, but like a scottish terrier or something like that (except it was white). I'm beating this thing mercilessly in the head with a stick and the damn thing won't die. It can't bite me for some reason (I got really close to its mouth several times) and I didn't have a gun to just take it out with.
Fast forward to the next part I remember, we're running through various parts of the school, looking into classroom windows and such and seeing these zombies. Some of them notice us, and we run, and some of them don't. Some of them notice us because we're running from others. The whole time its really weird though, because we see the zombies sitting in class, or swimming in the pool, or chilling in the cafeteria like they are really in school.

Last bit, we're running through and end up in a room somewhere were three dogs run in, one of them being the same one I couldn't kill earlier. Somehow guns come from somewhere and the dog after me got one in his mouth and started shooting at me. I think I remember getting one as well but I think I was too busy shooting the other dogs or something, because the main one was lighting me up. So I fall and start dying in the love interests arms, and then wake up an hour before I set my alarm.

Interesting.