Bad Dream

I have to write this down somewhere.
I had a bad dream during my nap this afternoon; so bad that I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't get myself to wake up from it.
I was walking out of Elmcrest Country Club as happy as could be, on my way to get ready for prom at my house, and I stopped by this area outside the auditorium at Kennedy High School. I saw my friend there just inside in the tech area right off the stage, and he was decked out in zombie makeup for the play Sweeny Todd, but he seemed to be part of the backstage crew. He beckoned me to come to him and his friends were all around him. My exboyfriend was there and he was dressed in a bright turquoise shirt, but he had the same makeup on. As I gave my friend a hug, all these people who were dressed as Sweeny Todd zombies began to flock around us. I ran out of the building and my exboyfriend yelled "get her!"
I was running across a big yard with trees like Daniels Park and there were people with white shirts digging in the dirt, and now that I think about it, it looked liked one of them was building a mud castle; they were all around the outside of the church, some further away than others. The mob of zombie people were getting closer to me. I yelled to all the digging people to get up and fight back, but they wouldn't and just kept digging.
Then somebody beckoned to me from the other side of the church (which looked exactly like the cathedral at John Brown). It was a man dressed in white. He yelled at me to get on the other side of the church. I saw the church and made it my mission to get on the other side where the light was shining and the big doors stood wide open. I ran, but my foot got caught in a big blue tarp which another man in a white shirt was setting out. The zombie people were beginning to surround me from every side, and I was soo close to the other side of the church but I couldn't run because my foot was caught.
It was then that I knew I was asleep, and I tried my hardest to wake up. I could feel my body on the other side of my dream, but it would not move and my eyes would not open. The zombie people kept getting closer and closer, and the last thing I remember were the colors white, yellow, and gray. Then my eyes opened and I was in my living room again.
My heart was beating soo fast. I got up and started writing a song on my piano about how the darkness is taking over the world and we as Christians need to stand up and share the light.
That is all. I think I understand my dream pretty thoroughly, but maybe not.