I just woke up from one at like, around 5:30 am, and I don't know if I should go back to sleep or not. Usually, I'm not really phased by nightmares. But this one seemed too real for me to try and ignore.

If some of you didn't know, my full-time job occupation at the television station I work at is a Master Control Room Operator; we're in charge of airing the commercials and programming for a tv station and recording what goes over the air. Well, in my dream, I was doing a "portable version" of my job. Don't ask me how it was portable; I'm still trying to figure it out. All I know was that I was outside with about three monitors in front of me, three DVD players with me, and the programming we usually air with me. And I was doing my job as I usually would, playing programming until around 1:00 in the morning. Weird thing was, that I was hanging out with two cop friends of mine (which I do not have), one black and skinny and one white and jocky, and the scene transitioned from outside in my backyard to an Asian-themed bar.

I don't remember if I drank or not, but I've been getting lazy with my program switches, letting a few seconds pass by between commercials and programs. When my shift was over and I aired my last DVD, my friends were a bit buzzed but still sober enough to know what was going on. The white cop was afraid of losing his job and was on the verge of tears. Both the black cop and myself had to give him hugs and words of encouragement to let him know everything was going to be okay. And the black cop left the bar with me.

This is where the dream starts getting weird.

When we left the bar, a seemingly homeless man was standing near my car (which was conveniently parked on the curve). He asked me if my name was La'Ron Readus. I was hesitant at first, because I don't trust shady guys like that even in real life. Eventually he figured out that was my name, and he asked me to arrest him. Now I don't know why he asked me to do this. I was under the impression that I was just a friend of two cops; I didn't know that I actually was one. So the black cop with me was trying to get the bum to leave, since we didn't have a reason to arrest him and the fact that he was off duty. So we both get in my car and we drive down the street.

The bar was apparently located on a main street. As a matter of fact, it's location seemed to be about down the street from where I currently live. But as soon as I started the car and began to drive, we were on a residential street. The same bum ran up to the passenger side of my car where the black cop was sitting and open palmed the passenger side window. Because of the random situation, I panicked and accelerated the gas. When I turned back around to look in front of me, the left side of the car hit a purple mini-van. I could feel the impact in my sleep. But the crash didn't stop me from driving. Actually, the minivan simply went up in the air after impact.

I couldn't control how rattled I was, but I continued to drive forward. And when I did, the same bum appeared in front of us. Before I knew what was in front of me, I ran him over. I hit him around the same time the minivan landed on the street to my knowledge. I turned the corner before the black cop with me told me to stop the car. We went back to observe the damage, only to find that the bum was gone and that the mini-van crash landed in a house. I was immediately shown images of the van crashing through the house; the impact immediately killing a teenaged girl. A broken piece of glass was sent hurtling toward another little girl, planting itself between her eyes. And after feeling the impact and hearing it for herself, the mother came out with a telephone in her hand. I could see her eyes widen, her jaw drop and the white phone slip from her hand as she began to react to seeing her girls massacred by the accident.

Then the sounds of birds woke me up.

I honestly never had a dream that felt so real before in my life. As soon as I woke up, I just turned on my computer. Because I wasn't planning on trying to go back to sleep immediately after that. And the dream was so vivid and describable that it wouldn't go away if I didn't say anything about it. It has me startled because to a certain extent, my dreams come true in one form or fashion. Either that, or the imagery is trying to tell me something. I've been getting a lot of those as well. So if anyone could help me out trying to figure out what this dream was about, that would be greatly appreciated.

Anyways, I'm gonna try and go back to bed. It's been a little over an hour so I should be fine now...