I rarely remember my dreams. this one was different, though. so vivid. it was an audience full of people in a theater or a concert venue or something, maybe an awards show because even the audience was dressed up. and something bad went down. something real bad. and I had to save them. only it wasn't me, it was somebody else. I was seeing through someone else's eyes, thinking someone else's thoughts. and I saved about a dozen people and got in trouble. I had to go into hiding, I was hiding in the hills somewhere, looked like the appalacians. this person that I was was in a lot of trouble.