The "vehicles" we were using were not at all practical. They were motorized trends--like those on snow machines--that pulled us with ropes (like we were water skiing on land or sand-seal surfing in Breath of the Wild) which we also used to control the machines. In the dream, I kept telling people that they weren't hard to use, but they also weren't quite doing what I wanted them to do. Considering how exposed we were to the wandering zombies, I don't know why I would come up with that sort of method of transportation.
Soon before I woke up, I was scratched by a zombie. For those who don't know, this usually means that the person scratched will become infected and turn into a zombie. At first, I thought about covering the wound and pretending it didn't happen. I immediately chided myself for thinking so selfishly. Instead, I held to the hope that I was somehow immune (even thinking that I might be like Ellie from the Last of Us), and I was trying to convince the people I was with to tie me up and see what happens rather than just shooting me outright.
I woke up at that point, not knowing my dream-self's fate.