Forgotten dreams

    I miss my dreams.  I barely remember anything any more.  Even while I'm still asleep, as I approach wakefulness I aready feel the memories of what I've been doing fading and becoming more jumbled.
    I remember driving through a mountain pass.  Reaching the apex, I started downhill again, but the road sloped sharply down to an impossible angle.  It was so steep I had no chance of stopping and just held on to the wheel and steered through it as best I could.  Incredibly, I made it to the bottom of the hill, only to see another car approaching on my side of the road!  I swerved into the oncoming lane to narrowly miss him.  There was a police car just past him, and the officer immediately pulled me over for driving on the wrong side of the road.  Not because it turned out I was in Europe or something, but for those few seconds I was in the other lane avoiding the other car.
    "What about the other guy?" I asked, pointing to the other car.  It was still in view, slowly climbing the impossibly steep hill, still on the wrong side of the road.
    The officer ignored me and handed me my ticket.
    My radio crackled to life and said I was needed in town to help with some kind of emergency.  I stamped down on the accelerator and raced toward town, ignoring the angry calls of the policeman behind me.  At this point I was coming close to waking up, and my mind was becoming jumbled.  There was some kind of fight.  I encountered a gang who I think helped me out somehow.
    The next thing I knew I was laying on a bed.  It wasn't my bed; I was still dreaming.  A woman was standing over me on my right.  I couldn't see her face, only her torso and arms as she worked on me.  There was a large fire very close to us and there were beads of sweat on her skin from the heat.  She was healing my wounds.
    How had I been wounded, I wondered?  The fight was hazy.  Something had grabbed my arm...  My arm was missing!  My left arm had been torn off by... something.  The woman leaned over me and I felt my panic fading as she tended to what remained of my left shoulder.  She could fix it, she assured me.  Science or magic, I didn't know how but I immediately believed that she would somehow replace/regenerate my missing arm.
    She continued to work, leaning over me to get to my arm.  Her skin seemed to glow in the golden firelight, and I watched the sweat run down her side.  She was sweating not just from heat, but from exertion as well.  I could feel my arm slowly regrowing from the shoulder down.
    It had just reached the elbow when somewhere behind me I heard a door kicked open and a woman scream.  I didn't know if it was the same things that had taken my arm or some new threat, but I immediately I reached up and wrapped my good right arm around the healer's waist and rolled to the left.  Pulling her with me, we rolled over and off the edge of the bed.  Once we were on the floor, she reached up and grabbed the sheets, pulling them down over us.  As we huddled under our camoflage, we heard more screams.
    I had to find out what was going on and help somehow.  I tried to get up, but the woman grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let me rise.  She wasn't afraid, only sure that if I tried to fight them here we would both die.  Our only hope was to hide until they passed by.
    Then I woke up.