I had a chasing-dream, a dream of flying at incredible speed down a series of twisting dark tunnels of steel and electronic devices, pursued by a... a sort of tentacle, I guess it was. An unended tendril of Chaos. It was a naked singularity pulled thin like a taut wire instead of contracted to a point, and it was surrounded by a spinning tunnel of matter that was perpetually being destroyed by its proximity to the singularity. It was like a lamprey made of entropy, sentient and hungry and determined to swallow me up, snaking after me around corners and down chutes, churning with this amazing, deep cyclical raw noise the whole time.