In the dream, I was running Chicago again, but I was running the half (which, I know -- there is no half). So, because of what happened last year, race directors had decided to start the race at sundown to guarantee more pleasant temps, so the race wasn't gonna start until 8 pm instead of 8 am. I get to the race early, of course, and am standing around with the other races when rumors start spreading through the crowd that the race will be delayed.
Upon further investigation, we learn that a mountain lion has escaped from Lincoln Park Zoo and race officials are worried that runners will be attacked by the puma while running through that part of the race course. Everyone starts freaking out and it's mass chaos. Soon, we see a zebra run by and shortly afterward, other zoo animals start walking or running by us, so everyone is screaming and running.
What is my dream-logic? I decide that since I'm gonna be running from zoo animals anyway, I may as well log 13.1 miles so I start to run the course. It's dark, animals abound (in a distinct part of the dream, I am running alongside a camel), racers are in a panic, and here I am trotting along the streets of Chicago running my "half."
I woke up before the dream went any further, but that's a weird one. Wonder where that came from? Can anyone offer some kind of dream interpretation?