Ever notice how you rarely remember dreams, yet occasionally, there's that really scary or really repetetive or just plain wierd dream that stays with you forever?
Here's mine:
I wake up. All seems normal. Then I get up and see a crocodile (alligator?) next to my bed. I leap over it, wrench the door open, and then...
The hallway has turned from being a nice, solid, carpeted area to the wooden framework. I have to carefully walk over it while the alligator (crocodile?) bursts out of my room and starts chasing me. Somehow he (she?) doesn't get caught in the skeleton framework.
I make it down the hallway to the living room, where my father has gone insane, so I bolt into the basement (while the stairs collapse), run over to the back door, wrench it open, and find out we're in the middle of outer space.
I don't remember what happened after that.
This happened, what? Six, eight, ten years ago? It's still crystal clear.