To quote Van Halen. I was being chased. My dream started with me in a VERY large and deep pit in the sidewalk and street next to a large building. I had lured a man and woman into the pit so that I could escape from them. They reminded me of Heman and Shera. He was this big northern barbarian type with long blonde hair. He was wearing a brown leather chest piece and a loin cloth. She was much smaller by comparison, had blonde hair, and was wearing clothing of a similar origin.
As I escaped the pit that I had trapped them in, I looked down and read that dismay on their faces. But I knew my job wasn’t over. I had yet to escape the flying demon. He looked like what many depict as the devil, with red skin, horns, claws on the arms, hoofs on the legs, a long tail with a triangle at the end, and large bat-like wings. But I didn’t think of him as the devil but rather a demon. He was after me flying through the air. I ran into the stairwell of the building. I knew that the only way to escape was to run the stairs to the top (10th floor). Once I did this, I knew that I then needed to run back down to the 7th floor. Once I reached the 7th floor, I looked down a corridor that led to an outdoor patio. There, I saw the double doors open and I knew this was my escape to freedom. I think there was something medical about is as I remember people that I think were in lab coats.
