I was a female. I was being chased by someone who looked like he had spikes all over his skin. I was being called the light girl. I then wound up in 1980 and was setting up shop in an office building run by one of my friend’s uncles. In the back there were three fire places and a collection of people I would work with in the present.
There was some obstacle course that I needed to learn or else I would be killed. The dream played out very similar to a movie called Next. I kept getting killed, only to learn how to avoid getting killed.
I’d been out for dinner with another girl and was taking her back to my place, but when we got to the rear of the office block, all that was there was a bus depot. I appeared to be licking an ice cream