*shock*

Just woke up to a kinda terrifying dream.
Mom was driving me home, and we turned onto a side-street as a shortcut, and saw a WHOLE MESS (like a half-dozen or so) of people (all of them were black) laying all over the street and near it. They looked dead, like there was some sort of massacre or group-targeted drive-by.
Mom stopped the car virtually in the middle of them, and we saw one of them (a little girl in pink) raise her hand. We both took out our phones to call 9-1-1. Mine went to this weird message from Sprint (what? I have T-Mobile.... yeesh, dream, get it right!) about maybe calling at the same time other people are trying to reach 9-1-1. Mom said she thought she was getting through, so I opened my door to get out of the car and check on people. A hand brushed my leg. A little boy was almost underneath me! I knelt over him and held his hand, asking if he was okay. He just said "oww."
I asked him where it hurt, and with his other hand, he pointed to his head. I couldn't see well, so I wasn't sure if he was shot or just hit...

And then my alarm ended the dream.