All they really wanted were brains

I had another zombie dream last night. This one was a doozy... It starts off on the outskirts of a town built near a swamp. This old woman who lived in the swamp had died recently in her shanty of a home. (Tim, imagine a bayou and needing an airboat to get there.) For some reason, she had created a curse on anyone who would try to steal her hidden valuables. Of course someone did, and of course that means they were turned into the first zombie in my dream.

This graverobber made it to a mall before he turned. Down on the first floor (which is about 4 floors underground) of a sears in a mall at least ten stories high. Think mall of america only on a smaller parcel of land (taller). After the first bite, people were turning left and right. Fast acting tenactin of the zombie world I guess. This puts me and a group of friends somewhere in that vecinity. Unable to do anything we all fight our way out of the mall, which has become a hell of zombies tearing into confused, scared people. Our group is getting whittled down as well. I lose track, get lost and am running for my life, knocking around what zombies get in my way. I tried to save a couple people that were caught by a zombie, but then more sprang out and I couldn't stay or be trapped too... I get out, realize so are the zombies. Rewind the dream to try to go back to square one and stop the first bite.

Of course I was still too late. I guess the old woman had created the zombie plague, the military knew, and were at the mall moments after the outbreak. Which is about the same time I rewound myself to. I was already too late. They had secure the area, killed and incinerated everything there... Ashes hung in the air and another aging woman looked pretty dissapointed.

I managed to evacuate with the military, and then I woke.