a dream

last night i had a dream that began harmlessly enough.  i was just hanging out somewhere by the road when garrett came speeding by, waving and honking the horn of his little tiny italian convertible sports car or whatever.  but he was driving really fast and then just as he was approaching, he had to swerve for something and his car flipped and tumbled down the street toward me.

when i ran over to see if he was alright, i found him between some heaps of what was left of the car, on the ground, completely severed at his waist, with blood and guts all over the place.  he was conscious though and trying to halfway sit up.  then he looked at me and got really angry and yelled that he didn't want any help, that i should leave him alone and just let him die because his life would be over now anyway because of his disfigurement.  so, freaked out as i was anyway, i ran away.

later on (i guess the next day?  i'm not really sure how to account for time passing suddenly in a dream), i come to find out that two people actually did try to help garrett out--a father and son who were driving along.  but that garrett had somehow gotten hold of a hatchet, which he then used to murder them both.  then i find out (i don't know how i'm finding any of this out really) that i am now supposed to represent garrett in court, where he'll be tried for murder.  on top of that, barack obama is the prosecution--who i meet and try to talk to, but he's all business and pissed off at me for representing such a scum bag as garrett.

garrett meanwhile comes walking into the room, as pissed as when i left him before, with fresh scars wrapping all the way around his waist where the doctors eventually put him back together.  i'm scared as hell, thinking that if i don't represent garrett he'll murder me with a hatchet too (somehow after his surgery, garrett is like 6.5 feet tall and buff).  but at the same time barack obama is standing there scowling at us both.

i have never had such a stressful dream before.