I just woke up from one where my leftover luncheon meat in the fridge turned into a zombie, and a 1998 version of Leonardo Dicaprio assisted me in fighting it (Uhh, so I just rewatched Titanic today. Sue me.)
Another zombie dream I’ve had before included me being locked in a room with a group of vigilante prostitutes, and after a bit of planning, we badassedly broke out of the room and went about killing the zombies with Milo (which, in this dreamworld, was the only thing that could beat them).