Lorraine Bader was driving me home her house, and I was sitting in the passenger seat. She knew a shortcut and made a turn onto this narrow sidewalk, just wide enough for her car to fit. There was no actual street; houses and yards were on either side of the car. I was worried a kid would jump out and get run over, but luckily she was only going 3 or 4 mi/hr. Just when my teenage self thought it knew everything, an adult pulls a stunt like this that I never thought of.
Now the car was part of a documentary film, or maybe it was a textbook. I was watching the car from above, and as it came out from the alley and immediately onto a freeway, it crashed into a small cement truck and spun. A narrator was commenting on the scene. Then, the car was hit again by a larger truck, and it went flying, spinning as it flew, and landed up against the side of a cliff. The narrator said mentioned a statistic about the crash, and said something like this: "... making the chances of survival [for the man in the car] equal to those of the mule." In my dream, it was a suave analogy, despite there being no prior mentioning of a mule. But the dealio was this: a man with a knife was armed with a knife with which to kill a mule, and there is a high probability that he will survive and kill the mule. I was pleasantly surprised to hear the narrator say this, since I thought there wasn't any chance at all that the man in the car would live, considering how far I saw his car fly.
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