My brain writes suspense thrillers

I just woke up from part two of a very weird dream I had not too long ago. In the last dream, I was running around a huge building that seemed to me to be just all width, the ground it covered appeared to be huge and it was an arrangement of buildings that all looked identical. Why I was running around these buildings was to get away from some kind of deranged maniac(Who I'm still trying to figure out why he's Asian) who wants to kill me or hold me hostage or something. The last part, I was running through a building that had a whole maze of corridors, then I got outside and began to run at top speed, which somehow appeared to not exactly be very fast and the maniac got me, I woke up.

In this part it was a huge suspense thriller. The dream started out where I appeared to be in a sort of doctor's office. It had that all-familiar sort of table with the all familiar very noisy white paper covering and a couple of chairs, a doctor stool, a counter lined with supplies(Although the supplies were strewn all over the counter), and then there was me. I was apparently sitting through the deranged maniac having slit a guy who was apparently a comrade of mine. I never saw his face since all he was was hunched over and covered in blood. Next to me there was a woman who was apparently my other comrade. She yelled at the maniac a bit and kicked him in the face, then he left the room and I saw a golden opportunity to bolt out of there and call for help. I was running through the familiar carpeted hall that was a navy blue with the familiar green wall for a bit until when I was just about to arrive at a sliding door outside, I heard someone call to the psychotic Asian killer that I had ran away, then I quickly flung open the door and would have taken the same route as last time had I found that there was another building just over from where I left. I ram to the glass door of the other building which appaeared to be a waiting froom since from what I saw it was just a room filled with chairs and there was a very tall man in the room and I pounded the heck out of the door and screamed "Let me in!" And the guy does and just as I get in, the maniac comes in right after me, I turn to see him coming up behind me and I wake up.

Oh man! Talk about cliffhanger! I still want to know what happened! Did I get caught? Did the guy there rescue me? Did I decide to grow a pair and face the maniac head on? The first thing I thought I should have done was wrestle the knife off the maniac and stab him in the head repeatedly. But more importantly, since I think my comrades and the killer and I were the only ones in the building during part two, why then did one of my comrades want to rat me out and give me to the killer before I can get help? Perhaps my comrades reflect true human nature in the fact that no one is to be trusted in this world? Or perhaps it was another person? This may be true because the voice that called to the maniac was clearly male and my female comrade was too busy crying and being upset and my male comrade was too busy dying to want to rat me out. Perhaps this killer that wanted me so bad was working with more people that have not been revealed? I do not know. Maybe if I can ever dream of a part three, everything will be revealed to me? Maybe it will end with a happy ending? Maybe the killer will kill me and have his last laugh? Maybe the tall gentlemen who let me in will aid me in requesting for police assistance? I have no idea, all I know is, these two dreams needed to be written down after what I just woke up from.

Until then,

Yours Truly