A car that was a cube. Tan brown like the stone pool surrounds.
Being tailgated on an English country road. When I got my camera out and started taking photos, they passed and sped off
Procedural police drama. I had killed the Godfather or something and was busy planting PCR created misleading DNA, however my crew took with them a blood soaked bag and other equipment that could link me to the slaying. This dream was very long perceptually though once I woke up it faded fast.