Bad Dreams

I can only hope for the day when technology can record dreams. Mine would make a technicolor mint on the big screen. I'm not sure how they got in the vein of horror, though, since I don't watch those sorts of movies in real life.
Imagine, if you will, a group of people renovating an old school building. The day is stormy and the building has no electricity, leaky pipes, lots of trash and rubble. A wall and floor is missing, so upon entering the building you can look down to the basement where the gym locker rooms are - there's a bathtub and broken tiles and condensation dripping down the walls creating lines of mold and mildew. Suddenly the building is rocked by a tremendous gust of wind. A tornado has sprung up out of the story clouds and glass and debris fly everywhere. The group of people try to shelter themselves and their children the best they can, but when the storm is over everyone is injured. Mothers scream to find their babies and children cry as shards of glass bite deep into their tender feet and palms.
Cut to a few days later. The building has been wrapped in Tyvek and the windows have been boarded so the inside is darker than ever. While the workers go about their tasks, the property manager enters the building with an acid to strip away the rust on the locker room facilities. From an upper floor he starts spraying the acid - over the bathtub, tiles and people below. They scream and writhe as the acid burns their skin and blinds them. As they stumble over one another, desperately trying to find a safe place, the manager lights a fuse and a series of explosions begin to tear the inside of the building apart. There is one small hole to the outside - a sealed air vent - that is their only hope of escape. As the flames and smoke fill the air and choke out life they work to enlarge the hole big enough to get out. But it's no use. They die - choking, burning, screaming in agony.
Fun, huh? That's what woke me up at 1/4 to 4 this morning.