Nightmare

When I dream at night, the experience is usually one of several things: enjoyable, interesting, or curious. Last night I had a long-running nightmare. I was in what seemed to be a combination of a skyscraper, parking garage and subway station. There were many people around with me, no matter what floor I was on, and we were all trying to hide from a few giant, swiftly-moving centipede-type creatures the size of subway cars. People were getting picked off (and chomped or torn apart) left and right, and I knew I would never be able to outrun the things. I woke up at least twice for a second or two during the dream, but each time my head hit the pillow again I was right back in it, though in a different location in the building, and with less people around.

Freaky...