I remember my last bad dream. (many years ago)

I was running from some sort of skeleton things through a back alley. One of them caught me and we started fighting. In the struggle I managed to pin it down and yelled “Why are you chasing me?”

It stopped struggling and looked and me somewhat bewildered. “Because you were running.” It tried a few times to scare me into running again but I refused, so we just sat there and had an awkward conversation instead. Turns out my sleep demons are just as weird as I am.