... screaming for a few seconds, and then she stopped.
"I get it," she said. "I hate this kind of dream. Might as well see where it leads me."
And she started walking on her way.
A lot of people were looking at her. They knew they weren't in a dream -- didn't they?
I could just wish her clothes were back on her, but this intrigued me. I started to follow her.
Soon, she was approached by ...