I was driving somewhere with some sort of purpose (I was going somewhere specific but can no longer remember the details) when I witnessed a car accident. I didn’t see how the two cars collided, but I did see the big, dark Jeep flip itself and the other car rebound off of it. I quickly pulled over (and noticed I was driving my old red Toyota, a car I haven’t had since July or so) and ran to help the person in the Jeep out of the cabin. The window evaporated, and I was able to see that the person was perfectly fine, not even a scratched. He told me he could get himself out without help and wiggled out of the window. I called an ambulance anyway. The two other people in the other car were his friends, and it turned we all knew each other (I can’t remember the details on these people anymore). I told the Jeep guy I had already called the ambulance, but since I didn’t see the accident happen I didn’t tell him any of the details. “What are you going to tell them?” I asked. “I mean, it’s obviously one of your faults..” “I’m just going to tell them that somethingsomethingsomething,” he said. Interestingly, I can’t remember his solution to this. The gist of it was that he was going to lie so that neither he nor his friends got in trouble, especially since no one was hurt. I shrugged and said okay. I hadn’t seen it happen anyway, so it wasn’t like there was anything I could do.

The next part of the dream I can remember involved me going to some sort of college, and being some sort of elite student in an art class. I was picking out what to wear. I was wearing a skirt I own in real life, and was trying to chose a shirt to wear. Most of my choices weren’t shirts I actually own in consciousness. After choosing a shirt and changing my mind, I settled on a shirt that doesn’t actually exist from Threadless. The shirt was brown, and featured some sort of flames engulfing the kanji for “I will devour  you” with two sticks crossed underneath the kanji. I had wanted to wear something that made me look cute, but simultaneously intimidating. I ran to class, but then remembered about a shirt with tons of little butcher’s knives all over it that I wish I had worn instead (this is a shirt that actually exists, we carried it in Utopia and I had really wanted it). I got to class and sat in my chair next to a cute guy. I started to flirt with him by using excessive sarcasm, and he was enjoying it. We were kind of going back and forth, and he was expressing some nervousness about the class since it was his first art class and he knew the teacher was supposed to be rough. The teacher walked around the room giving us our first assignment, some sort of painting.

I woke up, and discovered I had overslept.

NOTE : A couple of weeks ago on my way to work, I saw the after-effects of a car accident. The accident had happened maybe seconds before I had pulled up. There was some sort of SUV that had been flipped, and a smaller car that was completely totaled. There had be a young woman with long dark hair driving the smaller car, and people were already clustered around the SUV to help the driver. From my car, I could see that the SUV driver was still conscious and they were trying to figure out how to safely get him out. As I sat their at the traffic light wondering what to do, the ambulance arrived.