Odd Dream

So, I slept. And dreamed of being in a bedroom with an old friend, whom I’ll name “B”. B and I were fooling around but she was in a hurry for some reason. I wasn’t quite sure why, but then she went off to another room and then she walked past with her boyfriend in tow (Odd I don’t remember her having a boyfriend). So, a little confused, I walk downstairs and find myself in my parents kitchen (and oddly, I remember the bedroom I was in being the bedroom of my childhood). My parents and I chat and then I start walking down the street, walking on the side of a really steep hill (80%+ Incline) to avoid having B and her bf try to run me over as the drove by.

I start crossing the street of my old neighborhood and I see a motorcyclist get hit by a car at the intersection. he goes flying and I walk up to him. Other people walk up to start moving him and I yell at them to not move him because it might make his injuries worse. But when I look closer, he’s laying there and it looks like his helmet had flown off, but I realized that only the top of his helmet had broken and flown off. unfortunately for him, the top of his head had also broken off and his brain had flown out of him onto the ground a few feet away.

People are walking up and I’m shooing them away from the body and telling them repeately to not step on the brain as I’m calling 9-1-1.

“9 1 1”

“yeah, There’s been an accident, a guy was on a motorcycle and was hit by a car.”

“Was anyone hurt?”

“I pretty sure he’s dead.”

“Have you checked to see if he’s moving.”

“His brain is lying 5 feet away from him.”

I don’t remember the rest of the conversation, but I do remember trying to set up stuff to try to direct traffic around the fella. the lanes had shrunk down to about 3 feet wide, and suddenly there were toll booths that looked remarkably like metal detectors. So I took twigs and other things and laid them down onto the ground to help direct the traffic.

And that’s when I woke up.