I was in front of my grandparents house, there were a lot of people walking on the street, a bald man in a gray suit, who was very tall, had very long arms and hands and no neck was hitting all the trash containers in his way, while laughing like crazy and saying "fire! fire!" As I left the place the real streets disappeared, now they were only long gray corridors between huge walls of concrete of the same color, wich also covered the sky.
I was walking those corridors, there was a boy walking behind me, then some persons hitting the walls appeared, I ran away from the scene as they chased us, the boy was running in front of me, it was easy at first but I was getting tired, we decided to take different directions so one of us would escape more easilly, my way started to become weird and absurd as the dream was ending.