Apocalyptic Zombie Flood

The other night I had one of those bizarre, unsettling dream, and I feel the need to share.

At the outset I was at a work event, a picnic in the woods.  I had gone for a hike when I started to hear water and noticed a gushing stream running along beside the path. 

"How lovely, " I thought, "A waterfall!"

The stream got wider and there was more and more water until I had to cling to the tops of the trees to keep from being swept away. 

Somehow I escaped the flood and headed towards the city, which was on higher ground.  The first place I reached was Courtney's apartment.  In my dream world Courtney's apartment was in an abandoned monastary, and the entire east end of London was a wide open field, but there were still crackheads.  The Monastery had a barren courtyard in the center and most of the cells/units were boarded up.  I vaguely recall a smattering of graffiti relating to the east end and crack, and most notably the words "maybe you should pay your rent, or just squat" scrawled in red paint across one of the boarded up doors.  Eventually the flood reached the monastery and I fled to my house.

When I got to the house things went from bad to worse.  The flood was on my heels and the sky, which had been blue at the picnic and overcast but bright at the Monastery, was a dark, ominous grey; making it seem like the world had been drained of colour.  Matt and one of his friends were home.  I grabbed the dog and we raced the quickly rising water to the roof.

There was a family and their children on the roof of the house next door, and it wasn't until we saw them that we noticed we had all changed.  Our skin was pale and had an almost reptilian quality, like the family on the next roof.  Everything was dark, windy, and raining, hard.  We were scared, tense, and angry.

"What is happening to us?"  I shouted.

"It's the water, " the man replied.  "...a disease... " he turned to tend to his family.  I could not tell if the children were dead or alive, and it occurred to me that I was holding my dog far too tightly.

"Is there a cure?" I shouted desperately.

The man ignored me.  I heard his wife say something.  I thought I heard the word "cure", but it was muffled by the sound of the water and wind.   I could feel my temper grow hot.  Matt and his friend were restless and agitated, nearly aggressive.

"You know what the cure is!" I shrieked.  "Tell me!"

The man on the other roof turned to look at me.

"Human flesh"

Matt and his friend turned and began to attack each other, and just as I was about to stop them, wondering if we still counted as human, I thought:

"Wait a second, this is just a dream anyway"

and abruptly I was awake.