I was riding in the backseat of my mom's old LTD Crown Victoria. Mom was driving. With me in the back was Tiffany S., a girl I knew in high school. I was engaged to Tiffany, but all through the dream I was wondering why, since I wasn't attracted to her and I didn't find her all that interesting. Something was definitely wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it.
We were driving along highway 101, or more accurately a road much like 101, in the Napa/Sonoma hills. We came down a long grade into yet another valley, and just then four fire trucks shot past us going the other direction. Three of them were red, one was white, and all of them had their sirens and lights going. Something about them really concerned my mom.
We are crossing the valley as it gets dark. Mom finally stops the car so she can walk to a phone and find out what's going on. (It was not until I awoke that it occured to me that driving until we reached a phone would have been faster.) Tiffany and I wait in the car while waiting for her return.
It's at this point that I'm really getting confused about why I ever agreed to marry her, since she starts acting pouty and annoying at this point: "I'm upset at you, you know," she says. I ask her why. "Didn't you get my email tonight?" she replies. No, I didn't; she must have sent it after I'd already left work or something. "Well, you'll see it tomorrow, then."
This kind of mind game really bugs me and I'm about to really get annoyed when all the lights in the car go off, because it's been idle twenty minutes and the screensaver has kicked in. I have to touch the steering wheel to make them all come back on.
Just then, we hear shuffling footsteps approach the car and Tiffany's door opens. "Ah, your mom is back," Tiffany says, but just as I'm thinking "What if it's not my mom?" she begins to scream as something that I can't see tries to pull her out of the car. "Start the car!" she's screaming. "Get us out of her! It's got me, oh shit, get us out of here!"
I can't start the car, though, because I'm seatbelted in the backseat, and the belt won't unbuckle, and I can't even reach over far enough to grab her, either, as she is pulled out the door. I can only grab the end of her jacket sleeve, and she is pulled free of that and goes out the door.
She screams and screams, she just keeps on screaming but the sound is moving away faster and faster, and I'm kinda relieved because I don't have to worry about being engaged to someone I don't much like anymore, but then I realize that my mom was out there, too, and I have a bad feeling something might have happened to her...
When I woke up, it took me several seconds to find J nearby, and almost half a minute to remember who she was. But the relief I felt after that is indescribable.