I'll copy and paste my most recent that wasnt ridiculous in length that I wrote down
Sitting in auditorium filled with the most random of people, I think to myself "Where the hell did my shoes go?"
I decide to forget about it and enjoy the show. The group is "Imani Winds" (a group I saw in reality for school) One of the girls came and talked to me after they played, though Im not sure about what. Another performer begins a song on the piano, he plays "One way or Another" by Blondie. Everyone thinks it's a riot, myself included. (Just now realizing the signifance of the song)
Then there's one of those time-warp things that sometimes happen in dreams. Something involving me talking to some of the people near me, friends and whatnot, but time progresses.
Suddenly people begin rushing out of the auditorium. Blood starts spraying everywhere as group of ravenous creatures rush in, tearing people apart. They look like zombies, with red-tinted skin, as if the blood in their veins was trying to burst out. Their eyes are glazed, some white, some feral, like a cat. I end up in some strange part of the building, not sure where exactly, though it looks like a bathroom/locker room shower. I hide for a while, hearing these zombies rushing past the door, tearing things apart looking for more human flesh. There are screams coming from every angle.
I make it out of the building, somehow. I see a thick feild of tall grass and run for it tripping over rocks and grass, still shoeless, thinking it will provide a good hiding spot. As I get about ten feet from the grass, I realize it's not a field... its like 2 feet thick, though it stretches out quite a distance.... like a wall of grass. Upon this realization, I also see a massive group of these zombies rushing towards the building, and some start heading parallel to the grass, in my general direction. I know they're going to see me, so I try my best to fit my body into the thing grass wall to hide. As they come rushing down, the first few run right past me, I feel safe, until I turn to my left and see that three of them are crashing through the grass, headed right towards me.
They catch me. One digs its claws into my arm, tearing my bicep from the bone. Another comes down on my head, ripping the skin from my face, while the third punctures my ribs. They tear my body apart and I feel it as if it's really happening... complete and utter torture.
Somehow Im not dead. I find my way to a house that has clearly already been torn apart, but still standing. I walk in to find that a group of people has found their way in and is using the house as refuge. There is a family there, and a few other random people. They tell me I'm welcome and tell me I'd be sharing a room with another guy about my age, and point to a young guy sitting on a torn up couch. He looks to be a little younger, probably 19 or 20, shirtless. It looked as if his clothes had been torn up and clawed. He seems nice, and very good looking.
Some days pass (again, it feels like this time was actually happening) and this guy and I are talking on the couch. He's still wearing the torn up clothes and the scratches in his skin look like they're not healing at all. He puts his hand on my arm, gets up, and starts leading me up the stairs. About half way up, he looks at me, and leans in to kiss me. It was prett awesome... I wont lie. He starts kissing my neck and chest, slowly moving down. As he gets to about my bellybutton area, his skin starts to look sickly, I gently press my hand against his chin to press his face upward, he looks sick. As I open my mouth to tell him that he should lie down, his eyes start to change color, his skin darkens, and his teeth sharpen. He lunges forward to bite me, I grab him by the hair and chin, pinning his arms behind my back. I try to talk it out of him, convince him to fight it, but clearly it doesn't work that way. I instinctively know that I'm about to die, so I do the only think I can do, kill him first. I twist his head and use all of my strength to sever his spine, leaving him lying lifeless on top of me, his skin pigment returned to normal. I start to cry
I wake up.