Snorlax

I am running a 5K cross country race, and there are only about five participants, all from my school. Our assistant coach Mr. King is the only person in attendance. My friend Cole, who is normally as fast as I am, is with the fastest runners on our team, but I am still average. I am upset with myself for still being average, but the others take pity on me. This only makes me more angry.

I am now at a large football stadium, watching a game with actor Don Cheadle, who claims to be the owner of the Baltimore Ravens. We talk for a while, and watch some of the game.

Later, I am with my brother Ellis, and friends Ryan and Tyler. We are on roof in a town I've never seen. Cops start to chase us, and we run through streets and multiple staircases. We are making ground fast, and doing Russian Climber moves down the staircases. I distinctly remember seeing Ryan drop a good five stories in between the median of a staircase. It was the type of stairway you might see in a parking garage in an urban area. The median is much too small for a human to fit through in waking life. (Note- a week or so ago, Ryan, myself, and our friend Ian went to see Super 8. We used the parking garage staircase, and my two friends had a contest to see which of them could spit from the top floor, through the medians, all the way to the bottom floor. Ryan won, and this is probably why I saw him jump between the stairs in my dream.) After a while, we ended up on Ludlow and University, two streets near my house.

Sometime later in the night, I was another roof. A man holding a large, black bag was also on this roof. At first, he spoke sanely and calmly to me. Suddenly, he pulled an unconscious African American woman of about 18-25 years from the bag, and put a knife to the back of her neck. I quickly drew my own blade out of nowhere, and pressed it to his neck. He looked me in the eyes, emitting an aura of extreme, seriousness, power, and killing intent. We both knew that he could have easily killed me, the woman, and whatever else may have been in the bag, but he calmly got up and left. He did not take the woman or this bag.
I can't remember exactly what he looked like, but I remember him telling me about his obsession with blood and death. He gave off an incredibly strong presence of insanity and surprisingly incredible composure.