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I wasn't aware it was a dream at the time, but it was an exceptionally vivid dream. I'll outline the parts that stick out the most in my memory.

The city has this chasm in the middle of it, with eight or so arching bridges along its length crossing the couple hundred yards or so from one side to the other. I'm standing more or less in the middle of one of the bridges holding a spear or some kind. I look over the city wall, down the length of the chasm, and I see the absolutely massive yellow-gold dragons rise over it. The chief impression is that of size, and vague color. It's like the first time you see Star Wars, and the Star Destroyer comes in from the top of the screen. Fortunately, the dragons were over there. I ran for the nearest end of the bridge.

The dragons didn't bother to breathe fire or anything. They just crashed through the city, destroying everything with brute force. The next thing I clearly remember is being wedged somewhere at the top of a cylindrical tower that extended over a cliff or something, watching as the bricks at the below me fell off in rings that slowly came apart. I kept thinking "It'll stop right before it gets to me."

So much for that idea.

So I fall with all these bricks several hundred feet. WHOMP.

I don't remember anything of the dream for a bit, but then we're escaping from the city through some basically tunnel network under some streets or something. There's water up to my knees, and I keep looking up to see if there's a shadow passing overhead. So far, so good.

The scene shifts a bit, and we're still trying to get away. Liz is with me, and insists on having this Walkman with mini-speakers jacked into it playing at full volume the whole time. This drives me nuts. Can't she tell that the dragons might be able to hear it?! Sara grabs it away, says, "Liz, let me show you how to do it." She proceeds to turn the volume down (or perhaps just change stations or something else equally trivial), hooks it onto her belt, and keeps tromping through the water.

Scene shifts again. We're in this odd construction that's basically a lot of blocks -- say 3 feet on a side, that have holes on all sides, so you can scramble around from one to another. I'm moving around with Mike P. I've just climbed into one block, and he's climbed into the one next to me. I look up, and I see this giant lizard. Not a dragon. Sort of like a stegasaurus might look if you took the plates off its back, spines off its tail, and lengthened the neck a lot. It's standing on the top of the blocks -- which is about two blocks above me. I freeze in position. So does Mike. But Mike keeps talking. Non-stop. If you know Mike, you know this isn't exactly a stretch. The lizard climbs down one level and starts homing in on Mike's chatter. I don't move. I don't breathe.

SNAP!

The lizard's head darts out at Mike, and all I can think is "Shit it's fast.". Mike is, however, equally quick, and manages to slide through the hole in the bottom of his box before its head gets there. The lizard starts moving its head back and forth a few inches at a time, and I know it's looking for me. I think about pulling Mike's trick -- sliding through the hole in the middle of my box, and I realize that I'm not in a good position for it. I'm trapped. My only chance, and it's a really fucking slim one, is to try to grab the head when it strikes out at me, and then slide down the hole while I keep it away. I tense up, shift my hands slightly to try to get them in better position, and otherwise try to stay as still as possible, just in case it hasn't found me yet. But it's getting closer... closer... I get my hands up a little more... closer... closer...

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!

I start awake, my heart probably at 150 beats per minute. I'm sweating. I can lift a semi truck with my pinky finger. Liz, her prolonged sniffle over with, rolls over.

And that's why I was wide awake at 4AM this morning.