I dreamed I was someone else. Actually I think I was several people in the dream. The last one wanted to remain so it was hard to wake up. They all seemed to be on the run. A few times the pursuers caught up with the character (me). They wanted something I had. I buried a backpack and another package in several places. I also had some type of acid that dissolved one package. Strangely I could watch the hidden package dissolve and disappear down a drain as if I had x-ray vision.
My anxieties and random comic book characters (from watching the CW no doubt) merged together into a a dream that had enough of a grip on me that I had trouble waking up.