Dangit MaDuce! No real combat in last night's dream, just stress. House in the middle of nowhere-desert, serving as a trading post of some sort yet apparently abandoned recently. Myself and several other people I don't know are there, discussing the currently on-going zombie apocalypse and listening to radio reports of people being eaten alive. Reports are the zombie hordes are moving our way, so we are planning on bugging out, with a few of us setting up a perimeter just in case estimates on arrival are wrong. Still listening to the radio, politicians are pulling their self-serving crap and it is announced that Jon Kyl and John McCain grant poor humans planet wide, the right to sieze any development outside of the politicos' "protection zone" if they swear an allegiance to Kyl and McCain against the zombie hordes. While this news report is happening, I see one of the guys on perimeter watch in prone position sort of pivoting around on his belly. Initially I think he is getting a better position but then realize he is dead and think he's being picked at/eaten from under the dirt. About this time the earth starts trembling. And someone shouts "The humans are coming!" This is in reference to the Kyl/McCain give away, the trading post apparently a highly sought after "developed area". We started busting ass getting supplies loaded and raring to go when the human tidal wave hit! Think 99%ers on a world scale...topless African tribeswomen with rusty machetes, with little thin yoga mats. The deal is (now we realize) that whatever area they can cover with their mats becomes theirs. Fighting through the human wave with buttstrokes and barrel jabs, breaking through a wall, I woke up as I was running for the RV that served as our mobile command bunker. All in all, a good dream! Jon