Timothy Paradox

I entered a very large indoor parking garage. The place had very high ceilings (easily 100 feet). To my left was the exit, and right in front the entrance of the mall itself. There were large windows overlooking the garage from the inside of the mall. There were people walking around, and a car driving to find a place to park. It was the 1980s, judging by the way people were dressed and the car. I walked in, fully expecting to see the T1000 waiting for me in the distance. I saw a dark silhouette lurking behind a pillar on the opposite side of the room, and assumed it was probably him. Note: the whole dream felt like it was in virtual reality. A program. I was analyzing the mechanics of the experience while experiencing it. Anyway, when I walked in, the T1000 emerged from the shadows right behind me. All the exits were suddenly blocked, and the lights went out. The T1000, who I'm not sure was Robert Patrick or a woman. The T1000 butchered quite a few people. There was nowhere for us to go, so we just ran around the car park while the T1000 fast-walked after us (it did not sprint). At some point some survivors built a fort out of pillows and boxes? I was like "that won't do much"...