I dreamt that I was in a glass office building looking down at the street from the glass wall on the third floor.  I watched as a red car sped by, hitting another car, a tiny yellow clown car.  The tiny clown climb out of the crushed car and walked away.

A full-sized woman had been hit and thrown in to the bushes on the side of the road.  She  saw a single black glove next to her on the ground and we both knew it belong to the driver who had driven away.  She picked up the glove and ready her hands to pull it on.

I started banging on the glass and waving wildly to get her attention, screaming, “Don’t put it on!!!   Don’t put it on!!!”