Lucid dreams #4

My uncle and I are driving out of some city, going to meet the rest of our family at the ranch in Texas. I start to point out more than ordinary things- random people standing around, groups of people running and eventually a bloodied man running in front of our truck. I immediately thought - dude... Zombie apocalypse.. And relayed this to DT. He agreed and we started to pick up speed out of the city. After a minute or two outside the city we see a group of people yelling at zombies in a wall formation. We pull over and assess the situation: zombies on one side, less people on the other side. We get out of the truck and join the unbitten people. As soon as we get there everyone charges at each other, some of us have axes and boards. I pick up a thick stick off the ground and hit the first zombie on his per cheek, and smashed his head with my foot when he hit the ground. After a few kills I lose track of my uncle and find him at my back with two axes. I stab my now 4-5 inch stick in a zombies eye and Darrell tosses me an axe. I fumble with it for a second and bring it up in time to hit a zombie in his chest. We've won for now, and hop back in the truck. Darrell and I lock hands And I yell "you don't f* with the Sorrells boys!" .. I wake up and yell "f* yeah!" and realize I was sleeping... Disappointed.