I was in some type of an elevator or something. Surrounding me were a bunch of people who felt familiar to me, but the only one I recoignized was my friend Christine. They were all pushing me around, in this circle. I felt hatred, and evil, emmnating from every one of them, with each strike of their legs and fists.

Then the elevator finally reaches the bottom floor. I am pushed out, trampled and left laying on the cold, dirty concrete. I blacked out. The next thing I remember I'm yelling at Christine, "I thought I could trust you!" to which she replies "you can."

Odd, to say the least.