The Dream I Wish I Did Not Have

I woke up this morning at 6:30am in a cold sweat.

I suppose that could have been because I felt like vomiting, but I prefer to attribute it to the dream. I only remember about 1 or 2 dreams a year due to my coma-like sleep state, and none in recent memory have been as vivid as this one.

The dream started out with my brother Nick and my roommate Aaron working on their cars. I don't remember what kind of cars they were working on, but it is not important. Then they took off on this impossibly curvy and hilly road. I, of course, wanted to go along and watch but for some reason I did not hitch a ride with one of them. Still wanting to join in on the fun I hopped in my POS car, a 1985 Honda CRX, and tried to follow them on the road. The very first hill/curve that I came across is when the fun started. As I remember, when I took the first turn (to the right) my right rear wheel fell/broke off. Immediately thereafter, the car rolled.
I do not remember much about the actual rolling. Afterwards, the car landed right-side up and was still coasting forward. It was pulling hard to the left, but I got it onto the right shoulder and stopped. I had a huge, splitting headache, and my left ankle was either broken or severely sprained.

Almost immediately afterwards, and I am not joking here, there were several black or hispanic people there trying to steal things from my car. One of the hispanic guys was able to remove the intrument panel from my car in about 3 seconds flat. This is impressive even when not considering the fact that he did not remove any screws that I know hold that panel in. I do not remember how I got them to stop, but I somehow managed it. The police arrived, but for some reason they did not ask me anything. I think they were more concerned with controlling the large amount of people that had gathered to spectate. My Dad arrived shortly after and, rather uncharacteristically, began yelling at me. I am not even sure what it was about, but I remember feeling terrible about the whole situation.

There are some details that I left out, but I wanted to get the general idea of the dream out there for you. This does not make me feel easy about trying to fix my car. In fact, it downright gives me reservations about fixing it at all. Even if I do get it fixed, I will be driving it only when absolutely necessary for work or for school. The dream has made me very depressed. I do not think that there were any happy moments in it at all.

Sorry to have depressed you all.