Here's the dream that I had before the car crash dream.
I'm back at home in my garage when I hear some scratching from the door that leads to my backyard. I go to check out what the noise is, and I see this 8 year old boy. He was the one scratching, and he's making inaudible noises with an emotionless expression on his face. Behind him hovers an old creepy man laughing, like he's done something evil. It immediately clicks in my mind that there was some kind of abuse going on and the boy was no longer normal. I was enraged. I was about to punch the old man in the face but they both just vanished.
Flash to the beach where I'm with some friends and some people I knew in high school . I'm telling them about this weird creepy man that they should be watching out for when one guy starts saying how he's a pedophile too. I was like WTF and I start beating the crap out of his face. I felt kind of restrained because I didn't want to hurt him because we were friends and maybe he was just joking. Then the old creepy man comes up behind us smiling his horrible grin and I just snap. I'm pummeling the guy into the ground kicking and thrashing, tearing him apart. Usually in dreams, when I get in a fight, I can't move my limbs. But this one was different. All my rage was expressed into an actual physical beat down. (It's funny how I'm feeling angry as I type this).
Flash to my front door, my mom was suggesting she should go talk to the guy to try to talk some sense into him. I'm pissed off yelling that he should die and people like that shouldn't be shown remorse. But she was pretty hard set on reasoning with the old man.
phewf! it feels good to get that all out. These dreams came out of no where, I can not see any direct connection from these dreams to real life.