A dream - underground

A guy was on a subway in San Francisco.  He tried to get off at his stop, but a girl wouldn't let him off.  She was pretty and quirky.  He couldn't make himself angry at her.  She got off the subway at the stop right before it started moving again.  The doors started to close, so he jumped off and got caught in the doors.  The train started moving and he had a hard time jumping onto the walkway, but he did.  He started walking with the girl.

"Why did you do that?  You almost made me miss my stop."

"Well, your day just got more interesting, didn't it?"  She said, and smiled at him.

They walked for a while together through the subway tunnels, and the tunnels started to get decrepit and dilapidated.

"We call these parts of the tunnels the Concrete Jungle," said the woman.  "It's dangerous to be down here."

"When I used to ride these subways back when I lived here, they would go underground and even if it was zero degrees on the surface, down here it was always warm and humid."  When he said this it reminded me of another dream where I was riding a dark subway through dark tunnels that were warm and humid.

They eventually came to a door in the side of the tunnel, with big glass windows on each side.  They went inside and sat down at a table.  They talked some more, but the girl had become fat and ugly.  The guy didn't seem to notice and was quite captivated with her.  Then he suddenly remembered something and got up to leave.  "I'll be right back," he said.

When he left, the girl looked to make sure he was gone, then called someone on her phone.

"Yeah, he found you, and he's on his way," she said into the phone.  She talked some more and nodded and then hung up and got in her car and drove away.

When the guy came back, the view was from inside the room.  He was yelling her name, it was Lisa, but the room was soundproof.  He searched around for the door, but it had moved.  A man was now inside the room, watching the first guy as he looked for the door.  The first guy had left his watch on the table, and he picked it up.  He checked to make sure everything else was in place, then sat down at the table as if he were waiting for him.

The first man finally found the door and came into the room, and saw the second man sitting there.

"Man, I was with this girl last night, and it was unbelievable," he said to the first guy.

"I'm just looking for my watch," said the first guy.  He saw that the other guy was wearing it.

"Aw," he said, "This?  I'll give you thirty dollars for it."  They started to shake hands.

At that moment another man came into the room.  He had big glass gloves on, and he put an even bigger pair on over those.  His hands were huge, the size of tables.  He grabbed the guys hands as they were shaking and started to crush them.  The screams were horrible.  It reminded me of a television commercial, advertising the toughness of watches.  The guy with the gloves said, "Now, that's a Goliath watch if I ever saw one."  He continued to crush the guys arms into bloody pulps.

The screaming continued, and the sounds of bones crunching was awful.  He gathered both men in his hand and crushed them together into one unrecognizable bloody pulp.  The only thing left was the head of the second guy, which was still alive.  It looked around in horror at the mangled mess and then died.

I woke up terrified and couldn't move.  I prayed and then finally went back to sleep.