On zombies. Essay

So, the other night, I had two zombie dreams and when I woke up, I heard sirens and thought that the zombies were actually coming. It was fucking freaky.
Okay, so, in the first dream, the zombies came so I started running around my house, throwing things in a suitcase. When I got to the kitchen, I found this huge butcher's knife and as I was holding said knife, a zombie came into the kitchen and just stood there, looking at me. I hesitated for a second and then chopped it's head off. Then, I ran to the phone to call Spencer but he basically told me to fuck off and stop joking because it was the middle of the night and he was trying to sleep. Then he hung up on me. I was very offended. Anyway, then I woke my family up and we piled into the family van then drove to Sam's house. When we got there, Sam was standing in the kitchen, holding a bloody knife. She seemed to be in a state of shock. We went into the living room and found her zombie mom, lying dead on the floor with her dog's head in her mouth. Then, her mom's boyfriend walked in and he was also a zombie so I killed him. We then left, taking Sam with us and headed for Spencer's house. By the time we got there, his whole family had run away because they had no idea what to do in the event of a zombie uprising so we took Spencer and left. We drove out of town and eventually reached an abandoned campground and lived there for about a year. Ocasionally, a few zombies would wander onto the campground but they would never be in groups of more than five and as there were seven of us, we could handle it. When we eventually went back, they had quelled the uprising. During the time we had been gone, they had managed to keep the uprising in Canada because whenever a zombie would wander to a border, the customs officers would shoot them in the head.
In the second dream, the zombies were causing destruction outside in the street so my dad called 9-1-1 and the operator (who was really frustrated) said "I know, now what do...