Here's part of a freaky dream I had about a serial killer the other night. It actually comes out as a nice tone piece.

I could hear footfalls on the wet concrete, they were mine, but they weren’t mine, there were two sets! I looked behind me there was no one, only the darkness. I started walking faster, I was being followed, but I could outrun anyone at this distance. The stone apartment building loomed in front of me glistening darkly in the rain, I ran into the stone tunnel, the sound of my gym shoes splashing in the puddles, I could hear the other set of footfalls echoing in the tunnel, I ran faster, I came out into the courtyard, there were some bushes, I threw myself into them, I heard the snap of a branch, the wet loamy smell around me, and the piney smell of the bushes, “at least he can’t sneak up behind me” I thought.