A small pub near Fludoscarr.

Creepy... Yeah, I don't like having those kinds of moments in my dreams. When someone is chasing you, and you're running away. And you're running so slowly... As if you're in jelly. And it doesn't really matter who's chasing you.
There was another dream. I'm walking through a birch grove, alone. I'm talking to a friend on the phone. We were making plans to hang out. So, I happily say something like, "I'll be there soon," and then a voice, coming from everywhere, all at once. It's very loud... And I can't describe it... Well, approximately... It's like the sound when the batteries in a cassette player die, and the recording starts playing slower, but this voice wasn't speaking slowly; it was speaking at a normal speed. And it mockingly asked me to repeat what I had just said. And it immediately became clear that I wasn't going anywhere from here. That's when I understood what it means to "wake up in a cold sweat."