Dream of

In my dream, the guy I like and I were running from something. It was something dangerous. We ran all the way to a strange park and I had climbed up into one of the little playground sets. I looked behind me and noticed I liked wasn't there. A few minutes later in the dream, he appeared and I found out that he had fought off the dangerous thing. Whatever it was, he had fought it off successfully. He was hurt but he was still alive. I felt so bad and so sorry for him but he reassured me that it was alright. After that we hung out in the playground set, talking and messing around.