Brainy Vapours

Me and the husband, (which happens to be The Rock)
... are in a large hotel that looks like one I stayed in in Miami once. We're in a room on the second floor. For what feels like hours, we run around the hotel, through stairwells and elevators, up and down hallways... All in an effort to escape the "bad men" that are chasing us. It's difficult because The Rock seems to have injured his leg somehow.

I really hate those kind of dreams... they are so boring and exhausting

I have memories of three fragmented dreams, all rather random...

Fragment 1

All I can remember is I'm out in the middle of the woods, at some log cabin home where this hippy type man and woman live. They are drug dealers, apparently. The man takes my passport and makes a break for it in his station wagon (complete with wood panel!) I chase after him, crying, panicked.

Fragment 2

I'm in an Indian themed love hotel searching for someone

Fragment 3

I'm lost in a labyrinth of underground train and subway tunnels. I keep changing trains trying to find my way, but it just gets me more and more hopelessly lost. I ask for help but no one can help me or understand me. I eventually find my ex (he's wearing this strange crepe type white shirt that has a 'stylishly' ripped V neck. He's laughing and nervous because he's lost and confused too.