When I was younger, I used to dream about being out in some public place and suddenly realizing that I was only wearing underwear. I’d also dream that some unseen horror was after me but I was unable to run from it.
Nowadays, I dream that I have to be someplace for some unspecified but very important reason and no matter how much I hurry, there doesn’t seem to be any way I can make it on time. The sense of desperation I feel in the dream usually stays with me for a few minutes after I wake up.
I get a lot where I have to climb a metal staircase, like a fire escape, hanging from below it, with my feet just barely snagging each next stair, but I seem to think this is just a normal and when at the top proceed to my appointment.
When I wrestled in college (a 6’00" 200lb heavyweight going up against guys up to 7’00" and up to 390lbs), I had the same dream every friggin’ night of the season:
It’s nighttime and King Kong is chasing me. He holes me up in a flimsy tarpaper shack. I try to hide in one room or another but he keeps finding me through the windows. Police helicopters, armed with floodlights and PA systems, hover above the monster and blare ineffective warnings to him. They just watch as KK keeps busting his paw through windows and walls trying to grab me.