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