Running, running, running. A mad surge of adrenaline propelled you through this tortuous, nebulous dream world, ducking into alleys, racing down main roads and jumping over fences. You keel over, gasping for air like a freshly caught fish. On your hands and knees, you suck in big gulps of air. A pair of pefectly polished boots enter your line of vision. You consider your reflection in the mirrored surface, then reluctantly look up.