In my dream, me and my friends (Chelsea, Jessica, Andrew, Trissana, Kyle, and my acquaintances) went to a farm and were taking turns riding a jeep-like vehicle in groups of 5. There was the driver, then Jessica and Kyle behind him, then Andrew and Trissana behind them, and I was holding onto the back sort of like little kids do on shopping carts. We went over a bump and Kyle fell out; the driver ran over him. The driver stopped and we all ran out to help Kyle if he was still alive. He was laying half on his left side, half on his belly and I could see he had a black eye and was in a lot of pain. We rolled him onto his back carefully and he said he thought his leg might be broken. I saw that his left leg was practically severed about half-way up his thigh through a huge bloody tear in his jeans; his leg was totally crushed to smithereens with shredded muscle and hundreds of bone fragments, not mention all the blood... I called out to the others (the non-jeep group) to call for an ambulance... Then I woke up.
It was so vivid that I could almost smell the blood even after waking up... At least I think I know the reason why I had this dream. You see, Kyle is extremely depressed and taking medication, but on Friday he told me that his meds weren't working very well and that recently the depression had snuck back up into his life. I'm really worried he might do something stupid, and... Well, I've seen the cuts. Really bad ones... I don't think he'd really want me to tell any one this, but he never told me to keep it a secret and I'm pretty upset, so yeah... I try to be sort of "look at the silver lining" and stuff, but I'm just here clinging onto the back of the ride to hopelessly watch him get hurt just out of my reach. I wonder if I hadn't woken up, would the ambulance have gotten there in time? If it had, at least I could have that reassurance.
I don't know. Sorry for going on about my dreams all the time like this.