They were chasing after me.
It was the same hallway.
The hallway at 79 NM, 5th floor,
Academy of Art University.
The classrooms, restrooms, GD office, were in their location,
not a slight change.
BUT it wasn't the GD department.
Instead it was of a maternity-labor wing in some hospital.
Now I remembered. They were chasing after me because I saw a pre-matured borned infant lying on a pool of blood on a humongous-sized toilet in the restroom. (Before, I asked a personnel about the unusual size of the toilet. the response was that the toilet was meant for impregnanted women with huge ass.) I said I was afraid of it-the bloody infant. They were chasing me, with the infant in their hands. There were two infants in total. The elevators won't come for me. The emergency stairway was packed. No matter what, I couldn't escape 5th floor. I kept running.

I ran and ran and ran and woke up.

That was a dream I had last night.