dream on?

It is about five in the morning, scrambling to get ready for something, in a mad rush. I run outside still getting dressed and tying my shoes, I run down the street towards the bus stop apparently. I make it about half way and realize I have forgot something, yet in my dream I am not sure what. I sprint back to the house and fumble around in my drawers, I run out the door again, I must have found what I am looking for. I run back towards the street towards the bus stop, making it only half way, yet again I run back home and rummage through my room. This time I hit the porch just in time to see a bus fly buy, it is so not a school bus. I run back in my house and grab my keys, run outside, start my car, back out of the driveway, the street is empty, but the second I back into it my car gets smashed by a train. The car is missing trunk but the backseat and wheels are completely intact, there are no train tracks on the road, after the train finishes going by I drive down my street, towards the bus stop, halfway there my roof falls off. This does not seem to phase me, I keep driving. I stop at the bus stop where two people I know very well are standing, it is immediately winter, they are freezing but in my roofless car I am warm. I offer them a ride, they ignore, I try again, they refuse, one last time, they turn around. I sit there in the car for a second. Then I drive off, my car is slowing falling apart piece by piece as I go. No matter how long I seem to be driving I see the same houses go by and I pass the same two familiar faces standing, freezing in a field. My car now has no doors, no windows, no exterior paneling just seats, a floor, and the dashboard, it is suddenly not winter, it is really really hot. I keep driving, I see the same ten houses, the same two faces. It is unbearably hot outside, but it starts to hail , my car has no roof but I am never hit, I keep driving, the hail gets bigger and bigger and bigger, it is at this point I realize this is not hail, these are stones falling from the sky. I stop again at the two familiar faces, to offer a ride, get in before you get hurt I plead. Just as I say the word hurt, they are both crushed, I floor it, I can not escape the scene, same ten houses, same two lifeless bodies, until my car is gone completely, in pieces all around me. I keep running, and for the first time I try to leave the road. I run directly into a wall painted like the same ten houses. I fall on my back, and I see a boulder getting closer and closer to my face.