I was in a garage from my youth and a bunch of trucks, a Jeep with a trailer, a boat, all kinds of big equipment just rammed each other enbedded in the hill across the street, overturned, everything. I'm like damn, but then the people get out hooting and holaring, giving each other high fives and I'm like, no. I close the garage door and they approach the house, I bolt out he back, running.

I flew over fences and I was thinking "is this a dream?" I was with Ashley then and she says, "this is a playground" we were running through a playground then more houses and Ashley's gone again.

Then I realize someone's sniping at me. I keep going, try to call 911 but my phone won't do it and that's typical for a dream.

I still hear them coming, so I keep running, through someone's house, and Matt Walsh looking guy, is like, "call 911". I say I can't, my phone won't work. Then I run out his back yard, more hills, fences, and I try to squeeze into a heater closit to hide but I'm too big to fit.

I decide I'm done running and run towards them instead. I hear twigs snapping and I catch one of them by surprise and bend his fingers back until they break. Then another guy, then they've caught up and are surrounding me in a grassy field and I'm fighting them off but I wake up.