Dreams.

In short, I started as a successful businessman with a beautiful wife whom everyone admired. Everyone envied me. Then the zombie apocalypse began, complete with mayhem, blood, guts, and destruction. My wife and I escaped on some kind of boat, sailing to a deserted island where we began to survive. At first, it was all romance and love, and we believed we could make it. Then something strange happened; I had a sudden impulse, as if she were evil, and I killed her near some cave. I killed her brutally, or rather, I beat her to death. What a romance! Then I went into the cave and started exploring it. The place began to resemble a laboratory. Some guy in a lab coat was wandering around. I, covered in blood, started attacking him, asking what was going on, who he was, and what he was doing there. He replied that I had learned something I shouldn't have, that I needed to follow him for some procedures, and that everything would be fine in a couple of hours. Of course, I didn't agree with this turn of events, so I beat him up like I did my wife and went on. I went down the stairs to the next level and came out into another cave, with a view of the street. There, I met a guy with a bloody face like mine, who was just finishing off a woman (apparently, also his wife). He was leaving, but when he noticed me, he asked what I was doing there and told me to get out before I was seen and scolded. I went further down, and the same scenes repeated: men were constantly beating up various unfortunate women. Along the way, I killed another guy in a lab coat so I could change into his clothes and move around more freely. Finally, the cave turned completely into a laboratory (which looked more like a mental hospital, a real madhouse). In one of the rooms, I found several women locked in cages, and I decided to release them. Together, we went to look for a way out. It turned out that we were all participants in some kind of special experiment (or even two). All the women were mentally ill, and they were being given an experimental drug that supposedly made them healthy, but at the same time, it made them obedient to the experimenters. For the men, special artificial conditions were created, with beautiful wives and everything, to see how they would cope with a zombie invasion or a military threat under the influence of a certain drug (apparently, this substance made the men mega-cool and successful). Most of the participants in the experiment knew all this, except for me and a few others (apparently, I was one of the few mentally ill men). Then the dream switches to a third-person perspective (or maybe I was watching it on a monitor): my beaten wife gets up and starts following my tracks, brutally beating everyone she comes across like a real Rambo. She's like a super-zombie or something even worse. Me and the women I saved were terrified, which only made us more determined to find a way out. Basically, the last thing I remember is that we captured some fat black nurse and demanded that she help us escape. The woman agreed to help (because we promised to beat her up as badly as we had beaten everyone else if she refused), and she even gave us some clean clothes to change into. But she still mocked us, saying that we would die anyway, no matter how hard we tried. That's where the dream ended (my body needed air, and my nose refused to provide it). I was too lazy to change anything, except for the use of profanity, which is not appropriate here. Otherwise, everything is as I remember it. The dream occurred on March 11th.