The evening before last I dreamed I was driving some distrusted acquaintances to some unspecific destination. My generosity had been abused, and I was wondering how soon I could drop them off and be rid of them. I was driving an old Ford convertible with the top down. I have never owned such a car. I was not, as I remember, naked.
There was a fellow sitting next to me and two in the back seat. As we pulled up to a stoplight, they all began talking about getting high by injecting drugs. They got needles and syringes out and were offering injections to passengers in nearby cars. The fellow in the front seat said he should inject me to pay for the ride. They were filling the syringes from big jugs that might have contained apple cider.
Well, I am a pharmacophobic, so I guess I now am in a nightmare. But I was not afraid. These guys were fumbling idiots, worthy only of my disgust.
But the guy in the seat next to me just looked at me and said "Get up!" At first I thought he meant "get high." Then I thought he meant that light had changed and I should "get going." But he looked at me like my life depended on me acting immediately, like "Duck!, Now!" So then I could see in his eyes he was no longer a part of my dream. He was somewhere else, telling me to get up-- the real me, the sleeper, and so I jumped out of bed and stood there in the dark wondering. "What the hell.....? was that?