Dream interpretation help, please?

Okay, now this is really starting to bother me. Or irritate me. Lately, at least once a month (or more) ever since November, I've been having dreams about Zombies. The end of the world/a lot of death. Disease, bloody gory nasty flesh that looks like goop, mutation. I only remember two very clearly, the first one and the latest one that happened last night. There's also one more that I remember but it won't take much to explain but the others will take a long time too. Note, this may be a bit bloody and gory in description but that's my dream and it wasn't a nightmare because throughout the entire dream, I wasn't scared or upset.

The first one was all over the place, in it I felt very disconnected from the entire thing. Almost like I was reading a book because I always tend to imagine myself in the position of the main character. It was sort of all over the place too but I remember very distinctly riding in a large RV, van type vehicle and having got out and fought some zombies in order to get to this large building across the street. I was in a large group of people with two of the people dressed up like Zombies. Rather than going through the building to get to the top, we began climbing up the side of it. I had some trouble at first but was able to get up there. We began setting up sleeping bags so we could sleep when I heard something from the road. It was my friend in real life who was shouting up at us, sarcastically thanking us for waiting on her. She looked as if she had just woke up. I sighed and went down, I don't know how I got down though. I ran back to the van without any trouble and climbed onto the top of the RV but I saw this couple in a restaurant to the left of where we had parked and this group of little zombie girls running in the street toward them. A few of them broke off and began climbing up the later to the top of the RV. I took a metal bat and bashed the young zombie girls head in.

At this point, the dream switched to us inside this tunnel with some SWAT, police, or whatever with riot shields and guns. The two people dressed up as zombies were overwhelmed and died but I took the arm of this little girl and got in a van. It was then that the dream shifted to third person but I still knew it was me. The dream also switched to a different scene here, where we were walking along the shore of a large lake of the ocean that split off into several rivers throughout the city. After that, all I remember is saving a kitten multiple times from the water and trying to get some selfish business/government men to help us.

In the latest dream I was in a castle, as the Cinderella type character but the prince already lived there. The beginning of the dream is currently fuzzy but the end I remember clearly. There was some disease or creature who was killing everyone or mutating them or turning them into zombies. He could take over any dead body he wanted to and do basically anything he wanted. I remember that me and some people were going to go escape the castle but we were attacked by waves of zombies. For some reason, all of them had guns and pistols while I had a wooden plank and was bashing their heads in (I just realized that in these dreams, I always seem to have some sort of object that I hit them in the head with.) As we tried to open the door, this little color coded panned would pop up with buttons but I kept pressing the right button and the door still wouldn't open. My allies soon began to die so I tried one last time before running into this very small hall way, connector, closet type area. I sat at the base of the door in order to hold it shut. Although there were a few close calls, I managed to keep the door shut by sitting in front of it and pushing back on it using my back. There were two other doors in here. One was blocked by a dresser it looked like.

My younger brother in the dream pushed the door with the dresser blocking it open. I pushed the dresser back over with my leg and switched to the other unblocked door as zombies stopped pushing on that door and on the one I switched too. I got a vision of goopy, sticky, wet, looking flesh that looked like it had been eaten away or had acid poured on it. There was a voice in my head, giving me reasons to give up and give in to them. A male voice, distorted sort of. Soon I had my feet pushing on the other two doors to keep them shut as my brother attempted to get this hidden sliding door open. We quickly escaped through there into this hidden hallway, shutting the sliding door behind us. We ran toward the end of the hall to a door. It was then that we figured out that all the mutated slug humans were vulnerable to salt and would shrink into the size of a regular slug and dry up. They weren't the problem though but I woke up then.

The final dream happened sometime between these two but I don't remember it too well, but I remember it better than the other ones that I've had other than these three. I was running through the streets of what seemed to be New York City, zombies all around us and people panicking. Well some were while others were in the 'safe' zone, attempting to profit from the chaos by selling food. This younger girl (About ten years old) and I were running but we kept getting blocked off by hordes of zombies. After awhile, it became clear that we were being herded toward what looked like either a large hospital or a capital building. I don't remember anything after that.

All of the dreams have been similar but none of them repeat. I'm always getting chased, getting in a fight for my life, but in none of them I'm never scared. I'm either disconnected or like in the last one I described, connected as if I'm there. These dreams are very odd to me and I don't really understand them that much.