I've never had one of those dreams with the running. The cliche ones where your going so slow and no matter what the monster is just going to get you until last night.
Kind of. There was more then that.

It was high-school again. BLAH. Already a nightmare there. We were going on some type of week long stay field trip. I don't know why I went in the first place. Soooo wouldn't have. Anywho, so everyone was chilling and having fun, and I was trying to entertain myself. There was some wierd scene with this larger guy (his name was chubs) and a black girl with really curly long hair, like doing it in the bathroom and they got in trouble. The main part of my dream...and the part that made me wake up crying for some reason was a staircase running scene. I found out something that really hurt, though I don't know why, I punched him several times and ran after the "try to act natural and normal" play didn't work. He chased me, I ran to the stairs (pink hair(?) flowing) and stared running up them. They were impossibly too many in all different ways and cut offs. He chased, and kept tracking infront of me and eventually I just sat and cried and cried and cried. Them hit him some more. Then on the trip back, I was sitting next to a couple of interesting guys close to me on the bus, even in my freaking dreams I don't have friends, and he was sitting across the lane from me. The nice boys talked to me, and he apparently was mouthing questions and instructions to them. They were trying to make sure I was ok. It was my turn to get off the bus and he said something that was intended to be nice, but it hurt deeply, and I punched him and hit him as hard as I could. The teacher said "No hitting young lady." to which I replied. "He's beat my heart , truly I have to do something in return." And then I woke up.