Queensville: Keeping Pace

An idea centered around a dream I had, which subsequently inspired the game idea.
Last year, I dreamt I was not even a centimeter tall in a kitchen, surrounded by giggling giant women having a cocktail party. With me on the floor are hundreds of poorly rendered versions of me just being kinda dumb and standing around. The women, giggling and chatting with eachother at first take notice of us and get to stomping. I'm trying to make my way to some cover, the nearest space under a kitchen cabinet. Meanwhile giant shoes are hovering over me like in those giantess stomp games, crashing down occasionally and obliterating a dozen mes at a time. After a while it feels like they are purposfully avoiding me as the crush my look alikes. I think the dream ended there before I reached the cabinet. I woke up super annoyed because I knew I would never see a dream like that again.