I don’t know the order in which this happened, or even if it was one dream or two.

I was in an urban apartment with skyscrapers all around before first light. It was peaceful outside. There were a handful of people in the apartment, only one of whom I remember specifically. We were watching a somewhat violent scifi movie when we heard a mechanical noise, like that of aircraft. Then we saw black witch-like figures flying by the window. At first, I was sure they were some kind of contrivance behind pulled by airplanes, but that makes no sense because of the density of the skyscrapers. Then we realised teeny versions had infiltrated the apartment and were flying or fluttering around.

My cell phone (never on in the mornings) chirped, and it was a man who should not have my cell phone number unless he’d gone out of his way to find it. I’d dealt with him last week, and I thought that was the end of it. He called twice, trying to get me to listen to his ideas, etc. I felt like I was being stalked.

Suddenly a girl from the movie on TV materialised in the apartment, lying on the floor dead. Someone in the group reached over and rubbed some of the blood on her sweater on me, and from then I knew I was cursed.

I was trying to escape a mansion or a hotel, but like a celebrity, crowds were trying to get to me (although for a different reason, I think). A companion and I snuck out a side door, which led to more and more doors. Finally we came upon our car, but there was a motorcycle there, too. I asked him if he could drive it since no one would think to look for us on a motorcycle. He said yes. I had visions of falling and sliding on asphalt and my legs being instantly flayed.