oh the subconscious..

i was in the car with my mom and dad and we were going to check out a haunted house or something of that sort. when we got there and were sat in the waiting room waiting for our turn to go in, we realised that it was a cursed house thing, and the only way to come out alive or uncursed was to make it through the house. when we discovered this, i hoped on my dad's back and he just ran through the rooms of the house as fast as he could. upon entering each room, you would know the task at hand, such as avoid the grip/bite of the zombies, ect. my dad ran with us as fast and he could, and in the last room, something incredibly fast would chase us and we had to beat it out the doors if we wanted to survive. we made it.
we went back o the car and drove home. i asked him what would happen to my mom which we left in the waiting room, and he said we probably wouldn't see her again. she could get lost in the house forever, and when she died her body would just appear somewhere. when we got home, his hair and beard were incredibly long and he looked young. my mom was somehow at the house and her hair was long and she looked old.
we all fell asleep and when we woke up, my mom, sister and i had all been turned into half humans, half animals. my sister was a zebra, my mom i think was some sort of monkey, and i was a bird (later in the dream though, i was the zebra). we looked the same, but had markings of animals on us. like my sister had zebra stripes all over her face and body, and i had wings on my back (it looked like how some people get wing tattoos). we realised that since my sister, mom and i never completed the house, but entered it, we were cursed and turned into animal-people. my sister got really upset and tried to cover her stripes with make up, it kind of worked. i tried to tell her that we could still go out in public, we would just look like those people who tattoo themselves to look like lizards and cats and things. then we realised that people who we used to love wouldn't accept us as these animal people, and the lives we knew were pretty much over.
my family went back to the haunted house to warn people not to go in. the waiting room of the house was full and two people had just entered the rooms. we told the family in the waiting room that they were going to be cursed now and told them not to enter the rooms. they freaked out and we decided there must be another way to escape.
now it's winter outside and we're all in this big building. we see there's zombie-type people or something outside who want to kill us. we take turns holding the doors closed so they can't come in, but the cold air from outside hits our hands and depending on our animal, the start to turn to hooves (or wings, etc.) and we realize that cold weather will make us permanently turn into the animals.
there's probably about 100 of us inside the building and someone decides we're going to dig our way out. somehow we chain the doors closed and all get to work on building tunnels. after a while of digging, a huge underground tunnel system is built (the tunnels are built through snow, but didn't effect us like the cold air did). in one of the rooms off of the tunnels is a big expensive looking room that you'd see in an action movie of spy headquarters. the guy who's now kind of running the show, tells me which seat in this office thing will be mine, but says i have to go back to the main building and get cream for the coffee (he makes a big deal out of this for some reason). so i crawl through all the tunnels and go to the kitchen which is visible from the door where all the zombie people are still trying to get in. someone is guarding the door, but i know that as soon as i get the cream, the zombie people will break through the door and attack. so i quickly dig through some containers under a sink and find cupcakes and things. finally i find the cream. i'm super nervous the whole time looking for the cream, and somehow know it's all a dream, so i make myself wake up as soon as i have it so i don't have to deal like the zombies.
(sorry if there are tons of spelling mistakes, i haven't gone over it yet)

my dreams are so odd. i should write horror novels or sci-fi books based on my dreams.

(p.s: i can't help but think my dream was influenced by that video i posted yesterday that uses old people's voices coming from animals. also i bought the book shutter island that is coming out as a movie about a guy who investigates an insane asylum)