This is one dream that I still think about, despite the fact that I was very little when I dreamt it. I happened to be visiting my grandmother at the time, and the dream takes place in her house. The first thing I remember is being aware that the house was about to explode or something equivalent to that. I refused to get out until I got my doll "Baby" (who often goes by the full name "Sweet Dreams Baby"), so the majority of the dream is me searching for her. A ringing/buzzing noise gets increasingly louder as the dream goes on. With every step I take, the floor lights up in different colors (Think of Michael Jackson in Billie Jean, it was a lot like this.) and the house shakes. A digital clock keeps flashing at me, and becomes the only thing I see at times. (Time=1:10) Eventually I do get out, sans doll, but it takes forever since I'm in full on "slow motion running" mode. The dream ends with me watching as the house is just about to explode/collapse/whatever.
