I remember two dreams.

That nightmare started in a laboratory, something happened and a person working there entered that room eventhough she or he (cannot remember a few things) knew it was dangerous, I do not really know if it was me but me or someone else locked that door and then soon after ran away. Then it was a family of four and me walking in the streets and we knew that soon people would die and become infected and then zombies, the mother felt it was about to start where we were and she screamed to run (the streets were highways on both sides and in the middle it was a corn field and then a forest) in the field we ran bent over and then she or someone else said to stop and we did and almost immediately a group of zombies ran there, we all turned out okay and after what seemed a very long time of silence we all crawled to the forest where a path was. I do not remember if we just separated or what but I started to walk and by the end I was alone and before waking up jumping (then i almost had a panic attack because a noise made me think i was going deaf because i thought that noise was from my ears) I was walking and saw things that I knew was my mom's and the last thing was a bandana and it was like it was alive, the skull or whatever was on it was looking at me and I kicked it a few things and maybe threw things on it before moving on and it was furious.

That I remember less than the previous, I remember Donald Trump was in it and at one point or maybe that was it for the dream he was attacking the media and I was happy about it then it turned hilarious. People were around and they were all angry. At one point too I was almost screaming my hate for the media.