The story of my demon lover with zombies

I am walking down a road with wrecked cars all over. I see people in the backseats but no one in the front seat. I get ahead of the cars when a woman pulls up and tells me to get in. I do. I soon find out that she is crazy. Or atleast she drives crazy and acts crazy.

After some Dukes of Hazzard jumps we finally end up at a industrial looking place.

Since the power grid is down, the doors open easily. This is a prison, a special kinda prison for people with super powers that aren't exactly GOOD. Flying overhead in a fenced off aviary is a huge guy. He is spitting on everyone down below. I put my jacket up over my head and think how lovely he must be to know.

The assorted neutral to close to evil super heroes are quite interesting. A true witch who had feathers growing out of her hairline. A hauntargian which meant that he would write letters from the dead, you just needed to by right by him. Creepy Resident Evil kinds of people and a token blue person.

The flying guy took an interest in me and flew due for 'inspection'. I tolerated none of his shit and he found that interesting. He had horns. He was supermanesque. With a kind of Wolverine attitude. Just when we started to speak being to super being, some truly evil dudes came.

He is thrown into a state of stasis and will die soon. I had lost my voice in all the turmoil and whispered something to his mostly lifeless body, somehow he heard it and nodded his head.

Everyone, all the super beings with their various neurosis came up with a plan. It involved a spell cast in a hat. I had to pee in the hat as a final ingredient. It was as glamorous as a bed pan and I had no idea why my urine out of all the super beings urine was the ONE.

Nothing happened.

I then began to recite bible words. Some of the super beings shrank, as if bitten, a golden light shone and the flying guy was alive again.

This was my time to go. So I left. He followed. The sun burned him and made him shrink down to normal size. I kept walking.

Then the zombies came. I found a car, I found keys. I was off and my flying guy was on the roof, still shrinking. He was huge, on the roof he slightly caved it in but I couldn't notice because I was dodging and not dodging zombies.

I followed my instincts back to this wooded place the corner lot had a blue house that was so familiar to me in this dream. We ran up to it and by then he was normal man sized and we had a few people with us. I knew where everything in the house was. It was if an Aunt knew we were coming, but a decade too late. There was food. There was watered down booze. We could wait out the zombies.

The flying guy and I, both having served in World War Z became close. He apologized for his behavior in his own way, apologized for banging my crazy friend, he told me that MY urine and my faith saved him.

I guess this is my version of a Disney love story? I have the weirdest coolest dreams.