I dreampt that I was at a college party having a great
time. All of my friends were there and we were having drinks.
Everybody was amped up. The weird thing about this party was that it was located in a parking garage. It may have
been
some kind of tailgate, hard to say for sure. Either way we were having a great time when all of a sudden a truck
rolled
in doing donuts. I decided to get in the back of the truck and shotgun a beer as it drove around and burned its
rubber.
People were cheering me on and it was a great time. All of a sudden, this truck crashed into a car that was parked
in
the parking lot. It kept going, crashing into one car after another. I was laughing very hard at this point, it was
so
funny to me that this guy was crashing into cars and driving away. The car then began to leave the party and drive
away
so I hopped out to rejoin my friends. That’s when I saw the horror in front of me. The truck had not only been
crashing
into cars, but it ran over many people without me realizing it. There were mutilated bodies scattered everywhere.
Suddenly an extra level of horror hit me. I realized that with all of these dead people, I could be held
responsible.
Everyone saw me in the back of the truck, laughing, as it ran these people over. If it was caught on security
camera, I
could be done for. I found my friend Colson and told him my plan. My idea was that if I called the cops now, and
told
them the story then I might be ok. I would explain how I didn’t know he was hitting people and that I was not in on
this
at all. My second option would be to leave right now and pretend I was never there. If the garage didn’t have
security
cameras I could possibly get away. However if I got caught after trying to flee, things would look 10x worse for me.
I
told Colson I was going to call the cops and tell them my story, but he disagreed. He just looked at me and said
“run”.
This made the situation even more intense because before, I thought calling the cops was the obvious option, but
now,
Colson made me hesitate. I stood there contemplating what my next move was going to be, knowing that a wrong
decision
could send me to prison for life.
Luckily, I woke up soon after. This may have been the most relieved I’d ever been to discover something was a dream.