In which I describe a pursued dream

This morning the alarm clock rang in the middle of a dream I kind of wanted to follow to its end. I was the center of a city-wide hunt, though the city was pretty much empty of all but the black-clad (kind of ninja wear) security dudes who were trying to capture me to take me to the head dude.

I was not "Madeline", to clarify. I almost never am, in my dreams, even in the rare dreams that involve people I know. I'd be curious to hear if you guys are yourselves in dreams. Anyway, I was a blond guy, maybe a kid, with a long skateboard. It was sort of a video game world; I'd stopped in that city to try to skateboard using a roof as a ramp to get to the right position in the air to pick up some big coin or jewel or something... Maybe I'd missed it the first time and wanted to collect it for completeness's sake.

Missed the first try, and landed dead in the middle of a group of these security guards coming to intercept me, and in the shock I was able to bolt away. I was faster than the guards, but not enough so that I could ever run at less than flat-out. I ducked into a symphony hall, running, evading, perhaps momentarily captured (there was more than just the one group of 6-8 black-clad guys), running some more; the skateboard was faster, but made a lot more noise, and I was trying to remain undetected long enough to get free.

( A theme running through my dreams reappears )