That's all I remember.
Edit: I remember a little bit of another dream. I was with my husband and kids but we were living at childhood home. My middle and youngest children are outside and the middle one comes up and tells me he's been stung by a bunch of bees. I worry he could be allergic, so I start carrying him up to the house. I walk towards two cars (one on real life was an actual car we owned, a mustang, just recently started on fire a couple days ago). I put my son in the mustang and see my husband was in the other car and he's backing out. I try to yell to him that we might need to take our son to a hospital but he doesn't listen. All of a sudden the mustang starts moving. With my son in the car still. I hold onto the open window as well as possible and get dragged with, hoping it won't hit anything too hard and hurt my son. Somehow it slows a bit down and a tree stops it.
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