Driving my Car off a Goddamn Cliff

Dreamed I was driving my Tiburon GT too fast down a twisting road through a small town with rolling hills. I saw a virtual reality avatar guy with a rifle dart across the street and before I was able to hit the brakes, immediately remembered this town was known for its virtual reality video games. So I just ran the guy over. I found it odd I didn't drive through him and panicked just a bit thinking I might have actually run some poor guy down in my car, but I didn't see him in my rear view mirror so kept driving. Though the thought made me more than a little nervous.

At some point I some younger men gathered together with their VR rfiles and thought I would double-check my assumptions by pulling over, scrambling unseen into a copse of trees, and pulling out my own VR sniper rifle. I fired five shots, eventually hitting each of them and they were indeed sore surprised. While I was firing I thought I heard rustling behind me, but couldn't fully turn around and keep the boys in my scope, but it was niggling at the back of my mind. Once I dispatched the boys someone appeared far too close in my scope and I realized there was someone right in front of me. I got off one shot which went wild, and as I was trying to aim for my second shot someone from behind me grabbed me around the neck pinning me where I lay prone and placed a VR handgun against my temple.

I nodded that I'd be caught and congratulated them on the two-person approach when he released me. It really was a fair win, and I was right that someone had indeed been behind me. As I walked back to my car, I tried to see if there was an impact on my bumper and/or any blood just in case I'd really hit a person back on the road and not their digital avatar - after all, a real person had just grabbed me around the throat. I turned to ask them about the possibility but they were already too far away, so I just got behind the wheel of my car and turned away from the edge of the cliff to circle back around when the unthinkable happened; the ground beneath my car had given way, and we plunged over the side. I was filled with adrenaline, but also the drop was deep enough I reached calm before the impact.

Which didn't kill me surprisingly. I was conscious, but confused, because I was still moving. I looked around and the first thing I noticed was that car was completely totaled. The driver's door was missing, the front windshield was a mess, and the air bags had deployed, yet there I was, sitting in the driver's seat, seatbelt on, and moving in a forward direction. I hadn't actually crashed onto the road below, rather atop another car on a semi truck auto-hauler. Probably why I didn't die. I saw a news helicopter hovering near me so checked the news on my phone and saw myself sitting in my wrecked car, atop a moving auto-hauler.

I heard sirens and was surprised they'd arrived so quickly. The pulled up on both sides of the semi and paced it until they could flag the driver to pull over. The EMTs crawled up the sides of the trailer like an army of ants and tore off the front windshield, pulling me forward and laying me on an oversized, padded gurney between four raised, padded stoppers on each corner. They carried me off the top of the trailer and placed me in the back of the ambulance. 

Once we arrived I was surprised the hospital looked like my old high school. Just a plain building out in the middle of a dusty field. They placed the gurney on the ground and started rolling me toward the door. but not like, on wheels - no, the gurney had no wheels, so they were turning me onto my side, then facing the ground - strapped in with the only clearance the corner stoppers, then my other side, then onto my back again, before repeating the process over and over and over. At one point I asked them, "Isn't there an easier way to do this?" There wasn't.

They eventually got me close to the entrance and sat down to visit with one another. Ambulances were passing perilously close to me and one of my arms had come loose from the strap restraining me and my right arm flopped outright. I could not move my arm, and I tried to speak and discovered that I couldn't. I wondered how bad I was really hurt at this point, and no one was really watching me. That's when one of the female EMTs started rubbing her crotch against my fingers and moaning. OMG. This couldn't be happening. She was really going to town and there was nothing I could do. I looked around but wasn't able to get the attention of anyone. Then the unthinkable happened...I heard a zipper. Sure enough, my fingers got wet and the moaning increased in intensity. This was unthinkable, and I thought couldn't get any worse. But it did. I was getting aroused. Suddenly everyone rushes over and picks me up in the gurney and actually carries me inside. Why they didn't do this to begin with was beyond me, but as soon they set me down inside - which was like a VA hospital housed inside a Knights of Columbus building, half the women started giggling at my, "condition" and all I could do was try to smile. Someone I may or may not have recognized approached me with a photograph of a wedding I had recently shot at a Knights of Columbus. They held a framed photograph of the mother and groom of the bride dancing and pointed at me, standing the background with my camera. "Is that you?" I was asked. I think I nodded. Everyone seemed to think I was in a lot of trouble, and this was exacerbated by the fact I couldn't speak. They thought I was choosing not to speak which just escalated everything. So they just ran around business as usual - but scowling at me when they walked by - leaving me to wonder what kind of operation they were running where I couldn't even get medical care.

Dream ends.

According to the dreambook:

The high vantage pointy of a cliff offers the opportunity for a wider bird's-eye view, even if it may be frightening to be so exposed. This may relate to an important decision or difficult situation. You may need to take a risk by overcoming fears and stepping into the unknown. It may also refer to a newfound awareness, as well as a new attitude. Clifftops can also leave you with a sense that your place in the world is uncertain or shifting, whereas running someone over is killing an aspect of yourself.

Sexual arousal might supply the desired missing elements in an unsatisfying marriage or emotional life or heighten the sense of anticipation during an intense love affair.