The one I recall the best wasn't what I would describe as a nightmare. Twas very Shawn Of the Dead-like. We had vinyl records, baseball bats, obsession for Men/lighters, and whatever else was in a backyard shed that I don't recongnize and I was with people I don't know in the real world but they seemed to like me ok as a fellow zombie fighter.

The zombies were just sort of slow moving and comical. We owned them.