More dreams

More vivid dreams last night.
It began innocent; me with some imaginary dude who was a scenester and I didn't really like him that much. He tried talking about The Smiths to me, but I don't know much about The Smiths and I told him that, and it sort of disillusioned him to me, but I didn't care either way.
This n' that, and then skip around to me buying tickets to see Dan Deacon, but you can only buy them day of it seemed, etc etc.
Boring stuff.
Next dream fucking oh my god.
It begins with a baby in a cradle, with loads of blankets around it. There is a green, deteriorating hand that is pushing an eyeball back and forth next to the cradle, and as the eyeball rolls forward and back, the cradle rocks. The owner of the hand, the mother, is muttering to herself how she would never eat her baby, that it was the only thing keeping her human for now, and how terrible her life was. And then the child comes out of the cradle to be taught how to play the piano. Finally I get to see the mother's face, and god damn it, she's a zombie. And she's missing one eyeball.
I, my actual dream being, come in out of nowhere. It's snowy winter and I guess I had been traveling or something. Either way, I show up at this cabin, and go inside. There's the baby girl, but she's all grown up to be around my age, maybe a few years younger, playing the piano. She's gotten too old for the mother, and when the mother comes into the room, she completely loses it and goes full fledged zombie mode and tries to eat me.
The daughter's freaking out, only half understanding her mother had been a zombie this whole time, and I'm yelling at her to get a knife, but the stupid bitch is taking too long. We end up wrestling outside in the snow, and I find a knife by the shed that they have. I cut off the crown of her head, and then I cut off her head completely at the base of her neck.
I see 2 scrapes on me that I'm unsure of whether I got them from the mother or just from the struggle.
I talk to the girl and tell her we have to leave this area.
Get in my car; and if I start falling asleep all of a sudden or say I'm feeling ill soon, you'll have to kill me.
The daughter says how she hates piano and her mother was very controlling.
We leave in the car to the next area.
This is the zombie apocalypse, man.

We go to this house that we think is completely deserted to find food that we can bring with us. All that is in the cabinets is a can of peaches, a can of chili, and different kinds of pudding. Very unhelpful, of course. We see a group of people outside, running along the side of the house and past the window; they look very happy and lively and if I didn't know any better, I'd think they were hippies. I get very excited and say to the girl, There are people that are alive!
And after I see them run past, there are three men that come after them. 2 of the men are dressed similar to decapitators with bags over their heads and one is a chubbier, short man that is a cyclops. One beady eye sunken into his balding head. He held an axe and was going after the people. Somehow I knew that these men were here because of the zombie apocalypse, and they had some crazy backstory that had to do with killing people before they had a chance to be turned, but whatever.

So then the group of hippies run through the kitchen (which we were in) and we knew that was bad news. We ran after them before the men came.
From here, the house turned into this weird school-like facility. White halls and wooden doors to classrooms and metal doors to staircases. Most of this part is a blur because it just involves me running through the halls and seeing either zombies, other people running, or just bodies.
I get cornered in what looks like a living room. There is a love seat and sofa, a coffee table, and the television is on. The three men come in and I try to escape, but the cyclops brings his axe down the back of my skull and I fall and stay on the ground.
They leave.
Somehow I was still alive.
I get up, holding the back of my brains into my skull, and walk slowly down the hall and down a staircase. I could pretend to be dead at anytime. My brains were falling out.
There is a group of people, panicking, but it doesn't matter too much to me anyways because I figure I'm going to die soon. I yell at them,
I'm losing my brain and somehow I'm still functioning!

And then I try and see what part of my brain I'm losing, recalling memories and etc.

And then I wake up.