Two dreams:

In the first, I was in a room with metallic bleachers being held hostage along with others. A flammable foam was sprayed everywhere, and I said something about if we could blow off the foam we’d be safe. The next thing I knew, I was on a large boat . . . and suddenly realised that I had sought safety with the culprits. So I jumped overboard. They heard the splash and turned the klunky boat around to pursue me. The river, it seems, was underground, and split into many tunnels, so I turned down several to lose them. Just as I came to a beach . . . I heard the motor behind me. They had found me! I woke up, exhausted and breathing fast.

Then I was watching an insect of some kind on the grass. It got too close to a large, hairy spider, and even though I knew there would be a death struggle, I did nothing to stop it. Sure enough, the spider, which was really a stuffed animal, came to life when the insect, also a stuffed animal, touched it. Suddenly, though, I realised I could see neither one. I searched everywhere, and realised I had lost two toys.