Thread: More than just another running dream?

To start: It is rare for me to have running dreams. I have absolutely no physical endurance so I rarely run in real life, and only a little more in dreams. So I have no clue what induced this one, which didn't really frighten me so much as intrigue me. Forgive me for its length. I hope someone takes the time to interpret it for me to the best of their ability.

I dreamt it was cold. I dreamt I lived in a rural, almost tribal community, and it was starting to become so cold that our people couldn't survive. There was snow and ice everywhere. I wanted out. I think I recall using a drill and an old abandoned piece of machinery. (That reminisces to the movie "city of ember" by the way, which I saw a few weeks ago.)

The machine didn't work, though. So I ran. I can't remember what direction I ran or why I chose to run instead of look for a more logical way to escape. There is a blank spot in my memory of the dream now, filled with a lot of running, and people joining me in running, and people running after me to capture me (why? Nothing I can recall provides an adequate explanation). I didn't recognize the reason for everyone else running along at the time, and I thought that all of them were trying to catch me. So I ran faster.

Eventually, I reached a dry, hot place, that looked like an abandoned midwest ghost town. How it turned from freezing cold to very hot without my noticing until now can only be explained by it being a dream. I ran through some of the abandoned buildings. I remember distinctly running past a few clothes lines and also noticing a broken jar that seemed to have been used in biowarfare hundreds of years previous, it had words on the front and I couldn't quite make out what it said, but i knew it was bacteria, in my mind it was anthrax, and I took a wide detour around it.

People started to catch up to me, and I was afraid. I ran into what looked like a general store, and grabbed a jar of spices. When my pursuers came into the room, I flung spices at their faces, with the intent of blinding them. But I missed, aiming too low, and only making their eyes water. They stopped, hurt, and the two people in front started to cry.

They had been following me because they were trying to escape too... or something like that. All of those who had chased me with malicious intent had stopped trying hours beforehand... and only those who wanted to follow me had remained. I looked back at the people, who sobbing because I had been angry at them, and I felt really really bad, I'm thinking it was compassion, and I went to hug the first girl who had been following. She cried on my shoulder and I hugged her and started to cry and that is where the dream ends.

If anyone could tell me what any of this could mean about my current psychology, let me know? I'm happy to provide background information if asked but I'm not sure what would be needed to help interpret this...