I was in an arena playing basketball with some guys my own age and single-handedly winning the game for my team. The entire place was filled with people on the bleachers that surrounded the court on all sides and went to the ceiling that was about three stories high. And throughout the game there was a girl admiring me from my team's bench. After the game, she and I started talking and I felt a very good connection. She thought I was nice and all of that. I was talented. It was my birthday. I had a cake and everything immediately after the game, still in the arena.
Out of nowhere, I'm looking at the events from another point of view--another me. I'm seeing how no one is trying hard in the game, letting me score every shot, and the girl wasn't looking at me. She was talking, flirting, and touching another guy (clearly already in a relationship with that guy). And I take something like a glass box--maybe a trophy or a present--and hit that guy over the head. Everyone looks at me and I announce I know what's going. And then I run like hell behind the bleachers to these thick metal string-like things that are holding the bleacher together and to the wall and ceiling. I keep running up these things and looking behind me. Men in black police uniforms are chasing me and after continuing toward what appears to be a window, I realize I am not going to be able to get out of that window and even if I do I'm going to hurt myself with the fall. I reach it and sure enough there are the same thick metal string-like things covering the window preventing me from running away.
Then my alarm went off.