Dream 8

In the dream, I was on some sort of massive space ship or space station with bright white walls. I knew there was something wrong on board and so I was creating a sort of personal space ship out of space suits to escape. The suits contained some sort of rudimentary AI and I could almost communicate with them. By connecting and molding the suits together, I could create a single suit that would allow me to survive in outer space and move around. I could even fly around in the ship/station while wearing my suit and it was very light, as if filled with air. This was a pleasant experience at first, until I discovered what I was fleeing from: they were large hulking shapes, either robots or men in bulky suits like my own, except they were a dull orange metal and my suit was a soft white fabric. They chased me and at first I was able to fly away from them, but as they got closer, the suit's ability to fly got weaker. Soon I was only able to take bounding leaps, like the astronauts on the moon, while my enemies were so close they could almost touch me. I was so filled with panic that I woke myself up.