I was walking down this sidewalk with a random friend, I really don't know who they were exactly. We were walking next to a school, in the middle
of the night, to supposedly meet up with or try to catch some other friends he wanted me to get. His motives were unclear, and his behaviour was
a bit sporadic, as he randomly hurried me along with himself into an unlocked parked lime-green mini-van-ish car, to hide. We waited inside it and
peeked out the windows until we noticed a car driving up and pulling over in front of us, so we both got out of the car quickly and approached them.
I brazenly opened the driver-side door and looked up at them with a grin, saying something along the lines of "Room for two more?". I recognized
the woman driving being marty, but there were 3 other people in their car which was a black SUV, and she'd just given me this look like she didn't
even know me, closed the door, and sped off down the road without a word.
My "friend" then urged me to take his car to chase them down. I was dubious of his motives, but went along with it anyway. He'd owned a very large
dark blue pickup truck, the kind with four wheels in the back and an engine like a bus. I hopped in and he took the back seat. I was never very
experienced driving cars before, but even so, this truck was a disaster. The thing accelerated like a dragster, and at first I couldn't find
the brake pad, only this very slippery wad of oily rags where the brake pad should've been. As I was barely weaving past traffic I asked him
where the hell the brakes were and he told me his friend had wrapped them up with rags to make it easier to reach, so I'd push down on the wad
of rags as hard as I could, and even then the truck would barely slow down at all, only really being stopped by the brakes if I was going less
than 10 MPH, but just tapping the gas would get me to 25 in seconds.
Somehow while we were driving, the setting changed, and it was now day-time, and we were driving around an area vaguely reminiscent of the
main highways near san benito. I didn't have any more or less control over the truck, but at least being on a highway, it was easier to
avoid smashing into other cars, and I had more time to brake and turn when needed. I asked him where he wanted me to take him, and he just
casually answered "Iunno, just take me anywhere". I went off on a short tangent saying something along the lines of "Dude, it's your car,
what the fuck, I can barely drive this thing and you're just telling me to drive you anywhere", before an idea sprang in my mind. I knew
a nice quiet spot I could drive that would at least give me an excuse to park this beast of a vehicle, as I took a screeching U-Turn on
the highway and started heading a different direction.
I knew I must've been scaring the hell out of many people at that point, and there was even a time when I'd directly whooshed past a cop
car at a stop light going 35 MPH, but I guess being chased by the police just wasn't a part of my dream.
In searching for this "quiet spot", I'd somehow instead came across my old friend micheal's house, suddenly remembering where I was
supposed to be going, and taking another U-turn partly over a ditch, rocking the truck around a bit violently.
After a bit more driving, the dream changed again, and this time I was on a big fucking motorcycle, with my friend sitting on the back.
I had much more experience with motorcycles, so even though this one's brake pad was just as fucked, I could at least handle the throttle
a lot more delicately without speeding around uncontrollably. Not only that, but after a short while I'd discovered the hand-brakes on it
were actually functioning much better than the rear ones, which meant I could actually safely drive now. We hadn't drove around for very
long before I noticed I was driving around the same roads as before, repeatedly. Though I didn't have time to fully become aware of this,
as just when I was taking a turn back towards another familiar road, another man driving a motorcycle T-boned me, thrashing up my leg and
doing who knows what kind of damage to my friend. I didn't have a liscense, so I knew I'd be in trouble if I just stayed, and somehow the
bike still ran just fine, so I drove off as fast as I could back to my house.
Now, I was in my room, The bottom half of my right leg was mashed up pretty bad and bleeding profusely, but I didn't feel the pain, and
for some reason, I had a severely injured black-and-white cat sitting on my computer chair. It only had a few spots of blood on its fur,
which might've been my own, but it was clear that it was internally mashed up about as bad as my leg. It sat there, acting the way animals
typically do when they're mortally wounded, so I just tried wrapping it up in a blanket to help it feel more comfortable, but it was fussy
(obviously), and clawed at me whenever I tried to get near it. I'd pissed it off enough that it used whatever energy it had to leap from my
chair to my bed, and only then did I noticed it was indeed bleeding. And now it was sitting on my favorite pillow, so my main worry was
trying to avoid getting cat-guts all over my favorite pillow, but once more, it just clawed at me whenever I tried to move it.
Finally I came to my senses, and realized I should probably call an ambulance for myself. I had an old phone who's service was out, but
from what I'd been told you could still use un-paid phones to call 911, so I did.
911 - "Hello, what is the emergency?"
Me - "Uh, yeah, I have a mashed up leg, and a badly injured cat, can you send an ambulance, and uh.. .. A.. Vet, or something, that can come here?"
911 - "And where do you live?"
Me - "[says my address]"
911 - "Okay, we'll have a unit over right away, please stay on the phone with me-"
Me - "Oh, wait.. Better make that 2 ambulances.. I had a friend, he's in even worse shape than I am... Ugh... I don't even know if he's alive.."
911 - "So, two ambulances?"
Me - "Uh, yeah, lemme go check outside if he's still there."
The dream ended as I started heading outside to where ever I'd parked to check on my friend.