Oh man, I'm totally freaking out here. I had a chain of unpleasant dreams terminated with two consecutive but unrelated (plotwise) nightmares. In the first, me, my brother and this guy who had sexually molested me in a previous dream, are confronted by these muggers. Toying with us, they offer us either a gun or a knife. Of course, I choose the gun, and of course, it is not loaded. Furthermore, the tip of the knife is coated with some sort of chemical which causes a lot of pain and then kills you within 24 hours (I believe he called it "Jurassic [some word that starts with M]"). He stabs all of us, including himself, demonstrating that he cares not whether he lives or dies, and indeed my forhead starts burning up.

In the next, my brother, father and I (I don't want to read too much into this) are attending some outdoor performance where the main performer starts getting harassed by these two audience members (incidentally, they are harassing the performer by throwing sharp objects at him). When the performer confronts them, they demonstrate knowledge of martial arts by twisting the performer's arm around and backwards, breaking it, and then flipping him around so that he lands flat on his face. My brother has the right idea of running at this point. One of the two guys then walks over to the performer, as if to check if he's alright, and so does most of the rest of the audience, rising from their seat to see. When the performer rises, he tries to pretend he is uninjured, I guess to maintain the illusion that he is still the one in control of this show. We nervously return to our seat as the pair walk off the leave. Before they leave, though, they comment that we can "download the show into our mind" and draw their katanas, gently running it against the forehead of the guy sitting all the way to the left, then the guy next to him (who happens to be my father), so as to start some bleeding, but not actually cut all the way through or anything. Next along this line is the empty seat where my brother was, and then me. So I start bolting for my life. I wake up before I can see if the rest of the audience follows suit.

Now that I'm awake, I see this chair (your standard swiveling office chair), with its back "facing" me, and being surprisingly close, as if it were moving towards me. Unnerved, I try just closing my eyes again and resume slumber, but I curiosity (and fear) get the best of me, so I reopen them, and of course, the chair seems even closer this time. I repeat this experiment a few times, each with the same result (the chair is ever closer), and I even try keeping my eyes open, and the chair seems to be pulsating towards me. The rational side of my mind tells me this is completely ridiculous, to be afraid of a chair, but I can't bring myself to sit up or otherwise move, less I "alert the chair", possibily changing its behaviour from its currently mostly harmless one, to perhaps a much more violent one. It takes me a few minutes of rationalizing before I can force myself to get up and turn on all the lights. Even now, as I type this, I occasionally glance over my shoulder to check on the position of the chair (it seems to have stopped moving now).

All I can think of is that the steak I had for dinner last night was laced with some sort of mind altering drugs, because I can't seem to think straight through anything anymore.