I dreamt I was in Newport and some witch coven moved in, and I was worried they'd need sacrifices or something, so I started running through the town. I was in Portsmouth now, but they still called it Newport, and there was a 92 story skyscraper in the middle. I liked the design of it, and walked by onto a bridge leading away. My wife was with me and was wearing devil horns, and then the whole crowd started running. I looked back and the building was collapsing and crashing right behind me, so I started running too. Then I woke up, because I couldn't take it anymore.