Growling

In dark, I met with a friend in a very strange place. We stood under artificial light from a parking lot street lamp in between 2 very tall barns. The ambiance of the place was dark and unwelcoming. We find ourselves making our own way to separate barns when, from over the chain link that closed the place in, I heard a group of growls and distressed moans. We look out into the dark field as approaching zombies start to become visible! It seems like hours go by of all the quintessential zombie movie stuff: endless running, getting cornered, falling, etc. All of this is taking place in the barn and I actually take a few of them out with power tools. But I was eventually cornered by hundreds of them on the ?upper level observatory deck/maintenance catwalk? They started closing in on me, taking advantage of my claustrophobia, and I was overcome with fear. At the peak of fright, every object and person (living or dead) in my dream was smashed together! Imagine, if you will, a whistling-wind tornado sucking everything into a center point and I was that center point. The wind-force whipped us up in blood and blackness and we all became a darkened castle of a squishy, organic, bloody mess. The white moon crowned me as I was the peak of this mountain. The structure was not too dissimilar from the one we see in <PERSON> "Starry Night"