Dead Grass and Deserted Homes

Last night I had another zombie dream. At first, I was on some kind of island, where the grass was all yellow and kind of faded. I think there was a cult of some kind where people were carrying on some kind of dark ceremonies. Soon, it was clear that I was the only person alive on the island. The rest were flesh eating zombies. I made my way to the shore of the island and saw that the main land wasn’t too far away. I don’t remember swimming, but I ended up in a place with houses that were all deserted. I ran into my older brother, who was as confused as I was as to what was going on. I told him about the zombies, and we headed for the city in an airplane. There was lots of destruction below us with fires and overturned vehicles, but no zombies or living people could be seen. We must have landed and went into some kind of industrial building with glass doors. Suddenly, there was a rush of zombies coming at us. We fought them off as best we could, but one of them bit my brother in the crotch. He yelled out in pain, and I beat the creature with great fury and fear. When I threw the thing against the wall, it appeared to be a dead dog. My brother seemed to be ok. The next thing I remember was being alone on a hillside with the same yellowish grass around some deserted homes. I thought about maybe seeking refuge in one of the houses, but resolved to continue on and try to find others alive. I suppose that was about the time I woke up.