In a future world where a virus has ravaged the earth and filled it with zombies, the remaining humans had a stable and safe community. Safe, because all the zombies had been long ago lured, trapped and locked inside vast glasshouses, something like those in Kew Gardens, London (pictured, personal shot). A joyriding/frivolous flight from the community, in a microlight-like light aircraft where the wing was made from a looped duvet/sleeping bag/puffer jacket, flew over one of the glasshouses, accidentally clipped the side of it and shattered some of the glass panes (then recovered and flew home). The zombies inside, dormant for decades, are roused and suddenly remember that they are hungry. Smashing their way out, they start to chew on anything outside. However the virus had also turned anything organic into a kind of purple fossilized cauliflower-like material, though still holding it's shape. The zombies descend upon human and animal bodies still lying outside since the initial apocalypse, only to find they are chewing on this hard fossilized material (in the dream I briefly was one of the zombies and recall the texture of this material to be like very very stale baguette, roughly). The zombies are very dissatisfied and angered by the lack of food and start an epic trek towards the human enclave, who were grimly contemplating the return to a besieged and emergency situation...
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