I was trapped in a huge fancy hallway, the floor was covered in ice, and six miniature horses with ice skates were skating synchronously, making big figure eights and swooping lines on the floor. There were other, younger people with me... It was like we were taking a tour of a museum or mansion, but for some reason we couldn't leave the hallway, once we had entered it. We kept trying to avoid the slightly less than knee-high horses as they skidded on their set paths without slowing. No one wanted to disturb the patterns they were making. My eyesight was bad. I was wearing my glasses in the dream, but i still couldn't see too well.
Soon I discovered I could float, and fly, as I can in a lot of my dreams. I seemed to have greater control of it than I usually do. I was showing off to the other people in the hallway, floating and flying horizontally down the hallway, forcing people to duck to get out of my way, I found it amusing, since everyone else now had to avoid both the skating horses, and a flying human being. I kept flying from one end to the other, never touching the floor, encouraging others to try it, but none of them had as great a control over it as I did. A few managed to float for a few seconds before dropping, or fly up to the ceiling and stay there.

Eventually someone spoke up that it was probably time to leave, but that we had to gather up all the skating horses before we could go. So we tried to round them all up. my vision was terrible, at this point, and there was barely any difference with my glasses on or off, but to my confusion and surprise, there were more skating figures than there had been before - about twice as many. And as we tried to capture them, up close I found that instead of horses, they had transformed into what can only be described as fat, black, insectoid Trilobites, skidding around on their sharp, insectoid limbs. But there had been no sense of transition, they had been skating the entire time. It was as if they had actually been these things the entire time, though I remember that in the beginning they had been tiny horses with tiny ice skates. It was disturbing, not to mention difficult to catch up to these things to slow them down or to be in the right place to catch them. And when we did stop one from skating, their sharp, wriggling mandibles and limbs made it difficult to stuff them into a giant red sack we had with us. We had only managed to recapture about 8 of the twelve, when my alarm rang.