I have had a lot of zombie dreams, so I'll just be describing one of the first here. In this dream I was able to fly. Me and a large group of people were living in some sort of small white building which had probably functioned as a clubhouse of sorts before the zombies took over. There were people making food for the kids there and the others had to sing in order to keep the zombies at bay. First I was helping the singers, then we ran out of supplies and since I could fly I had to go and get some. I was a little scared of getting caught, but I was flying high enough, so they couldn't reach me.