If Dreams Have Meaning

This one is chock full of warnings and such. I just need to get down what I can remember, so future generations can scratch heads and wonder what I was on.

Starts off at a party. Simple enough, drinks are going about and I have a few. My designated driver is Josh, and I keep an eye on him the whole time to make sure he doesn't imbibe, because I'm worried he will and the drive home takes us on the highway.

Eventually it's time to head home, we bid everyone goodbye and we're on our way in his snaz-tastical Nissan Z from the 80's. All seems fine until we're going down an off-ramp that has a tight curve to it, and Josh decides he needs something from the BACK OF THE CAR. He tells me to steer the car, and then as he's reaching back his foot presses down on the gas pedal. You know, to the floor.

Turns out my esteemed friend had been enjoying drinks while I was in the bathroom.

So now the car is belting down the off-ramp, going faster than the tires can keep grip in the direction I need them to. Long story short, we slam into the guard-rail hella hard, and then fly -over- it and spiral about 12 feet to the ground. His car is fucked, everything is fucked. We are all fucked.

Dazed as fuck, we get out of the car, and Josh is stressing about his parents. I'm pissed. OH AM I PISSED. He's worried about getting yelled at while I'm standing next to what I thought would be my coffin.

Now some weird shit happens that I don't quite remember. It's too fuzzy to be sure about, but it also didn't have much of anything to do with my dream. The original one at least.

When things sorta start making sense again - and I do mean sorta - we're in some really slummy area. Think District 9 slums but with normal people, not bug-people. The car is just sitting in the same position as before, FUBAR but in the middle of some slums instead of it's original resting place next to an off-ramp like a good wreck should be.

We have some non-consequential interactions with the surrounding society, Josh looking for someone who has a car like his that they'll sell him, and me looking for help for us period - I don't have health care in this dream, and I'm terrified that I'm going to get taken to a hospital and get a bill I'll never be able to pay. I get a text from my friend Alscye. She's worried about me because I haven't texted her since I left the party and there's reports of a deadly car accident on the road I was supposed to be on. Simple enough, I text her back that yeah, that was me.

Then, as I'm standing there, I try to take another step forward, but everything feels numb. I reach my hand back to feel blood on my body. I look up at some random black guy who looks sorta like Morgan Freeman, and he's shouting to some people in the slums for help. I collapse into a puddle of what I'm now pretty sure is that red stuff I need to live, and the Morgan Freeman guy? Some family who pulled over to the accident. Apparently I was a lot more injured than I originally thought.

Paramedics come, which is a horrible thing, because I don't want to die, but I -really- don't want to spend the rest of my life paying someone for the life I have.

Stupid dreams.

I've already analyzed what I can remember, and it basically comes down to: I'm terrified of getting hurt and having to go to the hospital because of no insurance, I have trust issues with my friend Josh, I have a great friend who actually checks on me in Alscye, and I am afraid that even occasional social drinking is going to lead to a severe, severe consequence unless I do it with those I trust most to do it with.