I dreamt that my grandpa and I were driving to a beach(?) but the traffic was so weird like motorcycles in the opposite-going lane kept coming over to ours and we had to swerve to avoid them and they kept falling over and going off road right until one was coming straight at us and we both swerved and the motorcyclist drove off the road and crashed into the garage of a house that was right by the road and we drove off too in the same direction but stopped on the frontyard. The motorcyclist got injured and there were a bunch of people around and my grandpa got injured as well but not too severely. It was implied by the family the garage belonged to that because of all the weird motorcycles driving like mad 911 must be getting a lot of calls so we shouldn’t expect them to come fast because there must be several other injuries that need more urgent care, we still decided to call 911 and I offered to do it.

But somehow I was so disoriented in my dream I didn’t even know which village we were in and had to find street signs but then I got lost and said the wrong location then I hung up to look for better directions and then I couldn’t reach them again, plus then this guy who lived in that house came up to me and it was long dark by then when I tried to call my mum to tell her about the accident and she asked how the beach was and I tried to like explain what happened but I felt so weird I couldn’t form words properly. So then this guy came up to me and tried to like, threaten me or scare me out of calling for help but then he left and idk what happened after that, it was just weird.