I had a dream the other day about being trapped in a large, underground facility, which reminded me of an old insane asylum, with a random group of people. The culprit: some rich lady who enjoyed watching helpless people get slaughtered by her "pets," which happened to be giant-sledgehammer-wielding trolls. She only had 3. We got rid of one, but the other two murderously destroyed our group. Only one of us got out. It wasn't me though. I was the last to go. It was a sacrificial death. Right when I and the other person, a woman, found a way out, we were confronted by the two trolls. I got the attention of both trolls and told the woman to run for the escape, which we had just managed to reach. After that, my final moments were me rolling out of the way of one of the troll' sledgehammer and then being hit by the other. My perspective then changed to third-person as it followed the woman's escape, which almost didn't happen as one of the trolls nearly caught up to her. She rode an elevator to the top floor. As she got to the front door of the building, she found that it was locked. The rich woman, impressed by what she had seen, opened the door (from a control room) and allowed her to escape. The woman runs through the woods until she comes across a road. Not far down the road are a cluster of trailers, most of which are empty of residents. As she is about to approach one of the trailers for help, an ambulance drives up and takes someone out of one of the empty trailers. The woman goes to look into the ambulance to see who it was, and, as soon she looks into the ambulance, I wake up.