Tales from the crypt...

Last nights dream was scary. It started as a film, but ended with me sitting in a room in a crypt holding a rifle, prepared to shoot any living dead trying to open the door. Scene 1: a young boy is turning a key in what looks like a pretty normal, although admittedly huge, mausoleum in a graveyard. The turning of the key causes a load of other little keys and stuff to turn, and a man -thought to be dead- trapped within the mausloeum is slowly spinning around. At this point in the dream/film I understand that he's not dead at all, he's trapped there by mistake. As the keyturning comes to a halt, a sort of door opens, and the man walks out. He goes looking for his wife, who lives with the young boy (their son, I would've thought) and some other people in a house close to the cemetary. He finds her and explains that he's not dead at all. Suddenly they're back in the mausoleum, which has now turned into a giant crypt and is located in the cellar of their house. It's quite a weird crypt, consisting of a long hallway, and on the sides of this hallways are either rooms created for the dead, or just holes in the stone where the dead are resting in various states of decay. When they get back to the house, the man is no longer looking dead, and they think that they've overcome some sort of curse that caused him to be in a sort of limbo in terms of life/death. His skin is no longer grey, there's no cobweb in his hair, his eyes are alive. They go to sleep. In the middle of the night, the wife wakes up, and notices that one of her eyes have disappeared completely and the other one is definetly rotting. She realises that the curse has moved from her husband to her. In the morning she tells him this. He seems to be fine with it though, but the wife is not, so she goes to the crypt on her own. She running around, tearing a few of the corpses out of their in-the-wall-boxes, I especially remember a husband and wife, where she's a complete skeleton, and he has still got skin and a bit of hair, although all moist has long dried from his body. She finds some sort of well, something, that her husband left in the crypt as he returned to the living world, and she shoots it. The following night, her eyes have grown back, and by this point I turn in to the wife. I wake my husband, turn on the lights next to the bed and pull back my hair from my face to show him my eyes so that he will understand that he's now the one dying. He gets a bit... angry... or whatever, and we decide to go to the crypt and try to sort things out once and for all. As we open our bedroom door, there are three obviously dead men there, eyes a watery shade of greyish blue, and their bodies grey from decaying and their clothes in rags. When they see us they start chasing after us. We try to shoot them, I'm now equipped with a rifle and my husband's got some sort of pistol. They don't seem too affected though. We run down to the crypt, where the bodies, our family I guess, are in absolute uproar. We try opening the rooms, that have been built like a sort of morbid hotel, but in all of them there are people - dead people - trying to get up and kill us. In the end we find what we think is an empty room, so we go in and my husband is running around trying to make sure that we are definetly alone. I sit down on a chair with my rifle and wait for the living dead to find us, knowing that there's no way out. And then I woke up.