I haven't had one in a long time (years), but ever since I was little, occasionally, I would have a dream, where I would have to flee from whatever. Sometimes a bad guy, sometimes a monster, whatever, just some evil or danger. When I would try to run, my legs wouldn't work. They would be like cement or in slow motion, or both. Luckily, I would always wake up. Dammit, why don't I ever have my gun with me in my dreams? lol