Lazy Overview:
These dream fragments were partly written a while back and I barely remember them, so they are very unclear, and both dream fragments involve zombies. 
The first dream fragment took place in a school and zombies were chasing a group of people and I, and the cast of Farscape was with us.
The school had many rooms, halls, lockers, etc.; and there were bedrooms in the school for some strange reason.
For most of the dream I was seeing things like a camera person, as I hid in one of the bedrooms, and I could somehow see what each member of the Farscape cast were/was doing; one-at-a-time of course.
It seemed that a shape-shifting being was the one making/turning people into zombies, the being would shape-shift into a member of the Farscape cast, and since the members of the cast were divided in teams of two, the being would be alone with one member of the cast each time.
Each time the shape-shifter, who I will now call a face dancer since I like that word(s) better, would be with a member of the Farscape cast alone, it would wait until the cast member would let their guard down and it would touch them from behind or something; and then they would turn into a zombie and the face dancer would then be able to shape-shift into them.
Whenever the person had their back to the face dancer, the face dancer would turn into its true/real form before it would turn them into a zombie and copy their appearance, and its true/real form looked like Scorpius I think.
The face dancer kept doing this to many people, and at some point I was back in the dream; and I decided to try to stop the face dancer.
I ran through a hallway and I went into another one of the bedrooms, and the face dancer had just turned Zan into a Zombie and it shape-shifted into her; and the face dancer ran, and then I decided to try a crazy idea.
I decided to try to de/un-zombiefy/cure Zan, and my crazy idea was:
“Think of positive thoughts, think of the person that you want to cure & think positively about them, imagine them being normal again, and then touch them or something like that.”
So I tried my idea and I touched Zan, and she turned back to normal; I was surprised that my crazy idea had worked, and so Zan & I hid in a bedroom to think up a plan.
I shared my de/un-zombiefy/cure technique with Zan, and we decided to go around the school using it on all the zombies that we could.
We both went around the school curing people, but at some point the face dancer started turning some of those people back into zombies, and Zan & I started to get tired.
There were too many zombies and the face dancer kept turning people back into zombies, and so I decided that we should try to kill the face dancer instead; but I woke up.
My second dream fragment took place outside in the day and it was just like another dream I had before, and I was riding on this homemade cart on some train tracks; I felt that I was on the run from zombies and the train tracks were going through the woods/wilderness, and so I was afraid.
My cart was somewhat slow and it made a lot of noise, and I had no protection from zombies, since it was a homemade cart.
It seemed that maybe zombies had attacked the cities and so I was traveling through the woods on the train tracks to try to avoid them, but even the woods were not completely safe.
I remember passing through a camp of survivors, some of the survivors were character from the TV show The Walking Dead, and they came out of shelters yelling at me to be quiet or the zombies would attack; the only way for me to be quiet was for me to turn off my cart, but then I would have to walk, and I was not going to risk it.
I decided to keep going, because I already knew what would happen, because I then remembered my previous dream of this place while still in this dream; and this is what happened in the last dream:
“Everything was going the same as last time and after the survivors started yelling at me I realized that I was dreaming, the survivors started shooting at me, then I started to fly in the air dodging bullets, and then zombies started to attack the survivors; but I woke up.”
This time the same thing happened and the survivors started shooting at me since my cart was making too much noise, and I would not stop it.
I already knew that it was a dream at this point and I knew what would happen, and so I started to fly in the air dodging bullets; and I flew around as the zombies started to attack the survivors, but I woke up again.
The end,
-John Jr 
