Two Dreams in one night: Zombie Pirate!

A zombie outbreak came from nowhere. I kept living the same day over and over to be safe. I was in a city, walking down a street, zombies following me, people being bitten. I make my way to a one story building. after going up some steps, I break through the door, shut it behind me, and join a school assembly of sorts. The zombies get passed the door and bite a few ppl behind me. I rush home, lock my door, lock the windows and remain quiet. I do this every day. Some days, my dad gets bitten and we lock him in the garage. Some days my mom gets bitten. But after the day is over, everyone and everything goes back to normal and you get another chance to not get bitten. Like a level in a game.


Another:
In seemingly the same city as my zombie dream, I meet a rich white blonde kid somehow, I think after rushing in on a princess's wedding? I pretend I'm a part of the wedding party and have him escort me across the street cause I told him its an emergency that I get away. He is wearing what looks like pirate gear with a sword latched to his side for easy access. I tell him we need to go somewhere safe. He reluctantly leads me to his collection room. There's a bed in it with a bunch of old pirate suits and boots laid out everywhere and an assortment of swords propped up against the wall. There's also mirrored closet doors. He's a pirate otaku. He tells me stay put until its safe to leave. But really nothing is after me, it's just my paranoid mind left over from the zombie section of the dream. I have fun getting dressed up in one of the pirate outfits and pick out a very thin sword. I walk out to explore the rest of his house.
He has two different bedrooms. A blue carpeted messy one with a lot of gaming and video equipment, and one that looks more presentable with hardwood floors, a wall of windows looking out on the city (it looked like new York or something with a bakery across the street), a big bed near the windows, a dual sewing machine at the bottom of the bed. It has two sides that look the same, with needles and presser feet both on the right and left. Not sure why you would need this feature.
He had two big wooden roller shelves next to the door that looked like they came from a bakery, filled with different kinds of delicious cookie. I started eating one, and then another, and another until he told me to stop because his mom counts how many cookies disappear each day and he'd get in trouble if she thought he ate too many. I agreed I'd stop eating them, but pulled out a plastic bag and stuffed as many as I could into it and threw it in my purse. The rest is a blur.