I just needed to write this somewhere.
I had a dream that every single person I knew, that was my age, started taking this class. I didn't want to take the class because I knew what they were talking about in there. It was taught by friend's friend. This friend of a friend was supposedly really hot. EVERYONE loved him. I didn't see it. I just thought he was cool to kick it with. Not everyone started out taking this class though. It started out slow, but became very popular. The layout of this dream was in my dorm. Just two doors down from my room was the classroom. That's not the weird part. Suddenly everyone got mad. Their eyes started glowing red and they were after me. They wanted to drag me by my hair into this classroom. I don't know what would've happened had they gotten ahold of me, but what I did know was that the professor was terrified, and I did everything in my power to get these (no zombie-like) acquaintances away from me. I smashed doors on their hands as they tried to claw at me. I zipped past their grabby little hands. Eventually I couldn't take it, and I slipped through the fire exit (or where it is in real life. In the dream it was just a door). It took me to this court yard that was fenced in. I ran with legitimately all I had left. I saw a van in the parking lot and ran up to her. She wouldn't answer my yells, and seemed to speak a foreign language. Finally I held up my fingers for "9-1-1". I spoke spanish to her (and I was way better in my dream than in person). She obliged unwillingly, but still called and reported my need for them. I ran outside the fence and into this church. Someone was in there waiting for me. I don't know who they are, or how they knew I was there, but I knew they'd be waiting for me. Like a safety refuge. The zombie-like people started popping up outside fo the church, but they no longer were zombies. In fact they had normal eyes again, and weren't after my flesh, but they did try to get me to go back to the classroom. But it was more persuasion than anything. They first tried to scare me into going back, but then they tried to play good cop. One guy in particular was just fighting. Finally the cops showed up. All the zombies played cool, but I still reported my experience. The professor ended up gone, and the cops believed me but couldn't do anything. Everyone went back to normal.
The weirdest part is that I knew that this had happened before the entire time. I knew what to expect. I wasn't confused by this outbreak, I was prepared, and I kept getting flashbacks of the last time this happened, but I never dreamt about it before. I wasn't scared of what was happening and the impossibility of it all. I was scared of them catching me because I knew what they would do. At least I did in the dream. I still don't know what was in that room. The classroom I knew everything about.