Zombie dream

So, since I got the suggestion to talk about zombies a lot, my subconscious decided to follow it. I know that because the day after I joined VuTales I had a weird dream. 😀 Didn't have time to post it sooner though. You'll forgive me.
This dream has a creepy and depressing and demented aura about it. I urge you not to question my mental health, because I have happy dreams as well. 😀
This is going to be pretty longish [EDIT: understatement of the year], so brace yourselves.

It was a long time ago (in the perspective of my dream memories) so don't expect a lot of details. (I'm usually full of them.)
The first thing I remember (even though I'm sure there was other stuff going on before that) is that I was working in some kind of… Jail. Asylum. Something. I was a guard there, wearing a blue suit. (I think I was a blond woman at some point in this dream, but I'm not sure when – at the beginning or at the end. You can pick whichever you like better, it doesn't have anything to do with the storyline, it just happened at one point that I became a blond female guard with my hair somehow twisted, not sure what the English word for the hairdo is.)

Anyhow, the house was really run down. Everything was kind of a dirtyish red-brown color and the paint was falling down the walls at most places. Cracks were everywhere, and there seemed to be a big draft, as if there was a humongous hole in the wall somewhere, but I couldn't really pinpoint the source. Even though the place was completely closed, it felt somehow open and I felt very vulnerable.
As I soon found out, each of the guards working there (including me) was appointed to one room(/cell) and to one of it's residents(/prisoners). All the people in that place were demented, somehow mentally ill and criminals. The worst combination of all, I guessed.
Even though I had no idea what I was supposed to do, all the other guards expected me to know, as if I'd worked there for god knows how long. In retrospect, I felt like I just jumped into that person's body, who had really been working there for a while, but I didn't have the slightest idea of where I was and what I was supposed to do.

I was soon directed to the cell I was supposed to monitor. After the guard escorting me walked away, I went in and there was a chubby guy sitting on a cheap bed (and when I say cheap, I mean a wooden plate chained to the wall and hanging from it) and in a white outfit. There was a window with fat metal bars in his cell. On the other side of the smallish room, there was a PC desk, with a PC on it, of course. The guy had been playing some kind of game, or browsing the web before I got there, not sure what exactly. I talked to him (I knew I had to do that) and even though he was a mentally ill convict, he was pretty friendly, polite and, well, nice. I sensed that the person I was playing at that point was friends with all of his prisoners. (lol)
After a quick chat, about something I can't really remember, I went outside. I was patrolling the hall for some undefinable time span. The hall was pretty short, there were 3 or 4 doors in it and at the end was a stairway made of massive wood leading down. I guessed the building had more floors then just this one.

As I was patrolling the hall, I remembered one of my colleagues asked me to check on his prisoner because he was away somewhere for some reason. So I went into the room opposite of my own prisoner's room. It was even more run down than the whole building. The paint had been completely scratched off the walls and I could see the bricks behind it. There was also a barred window, and the drafty feeling was still present, stronger then ever. I looked over to the bed and saw nothing. The prisoner wasn't there. Then I realized that there was also an old bathtub in the room. The person was even chubbier then my guy, and he was lying in the tub in an awkward position. I tried talking to him, but he seemed pretty annoyed by my presence, so I went out.
I'm not sure what I was doing in the meantime, but at one point I went back in. I left the door open because he was still lying in the bathtub. I guessed he wouldn't get out so quickly.

Now, I'm not sure how or why this exactly happened. I mean, I know something happened, but I don't know what and why. It's a blur. I just know that I found myself staring at the bed in the room, somehow paralyzed. I was looking at myself from a third person perspective, looking at myself mindlessly staring at the bed. Behind me, I noticed the prisoner slowly standing up, walking out of the tub and out of the room. I couldn't do anything about it, I was completely helpless. Some time after he went out and down the stairs, I snapped out of it. I ran out of the room, to alert the other guards, and then I noticed that all the doors in the hallway were opened, while the drafty feeling was coming out of each of the rooms and leading down the stairs. As I went down to see where all the prisoners had gone, I noticed the floor changing color and texture. It suddenly became kind of slimy but at the same time it was made out of intervened fibers. The slimy stuff was slightly slippery. The color of the floor (and soon the whole stairwell) changed to an ugly brownish-gray color (the color you get when you mix all of your Play-Doh colors into one giant mass, hoping to get an awesome color reflecting all the colors of the rainbow, but instead you get an ugly gray blob) with red spots here and there.
As I was walking down the stairs, the whole building continued changing texture to the weird stuff that was on the floor, and there were more and more pink/red spots around. (Later I realized that those were human faces, lengthened, expressing a kind of agonizing scream). I caught up with a few guards from the lower floors that were also investigating the breakout. Apparently, each and every prisoner somehow escaped their cells and slowly walked out of the building, together with some of the guards.

I was on the first floor, last in line of all the other guards that were going outside as well. I then stopped to look out the window, and I saw all the prisoners and guards gathering around in a huge mob, all facing towards the building and mindlessly staring at it. At that point I somehow came to the realization that everyone who was standing outside, in that throng of people, was about to turn into flesh eating zombies. The fact that most of them were demented convicts back when they were still 'humans', didn't really give me a lot of hope about them being all fluffy and sugary once they turned into zombies.
I screamed at the last guard that was right about to exit the building, yelling something in the lines of: "Don't go outside, come back!" But he wouldn't listen. Then I realized that all the future-zombies would charge right back into the building, to find someone who hasn't yet been zombified. I decided I would run back up and lock myself into one of the cells, or get out on the roof, or something, in hope of survival.

During the time I was debating all this, the whole building completely shifted from 'rundown building' to 'zombified-brownish-gray-with-red/pink-face-spots-slippery-play-doh-fibers-fest'. As I turned around and tried running up the stairs, I realized that they were now extremely slippery. So, to avoid slipping and falling down, which would result with me sliding all the way back to the entrance, I decided to walk up slowly and carefully. Of course, as in most of my dreams, when I'm running away from a (mostly supernatural) threat, everything me-shaped starts moving in slow motion, while everything chasing me moves normally. And the decision to run up the stairs slowly and carefully didn't make that any better. So as I was dragging myself up the stairs, alarmed and scared and trying to speed up the process, I heard the zombie horde breaking through the entrance door.

Somehow, I made it up the first batch of stairs, and now I went back from slow motion into normal motion. I quickly ran into one of the cells and closed the door behind me. I could hear the zombies running up the stairs and into the hallway I was in.
From this point on, everything is a blur again. I think I was trying something with the bars on the window, breaking out and running away, but what happened after me hiding in that one random cell pretty much eludes me. I know that more things happened after this, but I just can't remember. I'm sure I didn't wake up though. (Well, I did at one point, but not right then. :D)

Anyway, this is it. Most of my dreams end up like this, the story doesn't have a real beginning nor a real end, a solution. That's what makes them interesting though. It's what gives them their charm.
I hope you guys enjoyed this long read. I'll post some more dreams at some point later. They just fascinate me.

Oh, and so much for "not many details". I swear though, I can usually do even better. xD

P.S.
If there are any spelling/grammar mistakes, before you bash me or anything, note that I tried my best at doing a spellcheck at 12:40 am with English not being my first language. That's all I have to say.
Now, good night.