Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am in the dining room of my best friend's house and he asks me if I want
to split the cost of a pizza. I said "What kind". He replied, "Everything". I
thought about it for a while, I'm stingy with money, and then decided that a
pizza would be good. I went up to my house to get something, my best friend
lives across the street from me so it's not far, I do not remember what I went
to get, but when I came back down, there was an african american guy there,
presumably a friend of his, and he was apparently upstairs sleeping. I asked
the friend why he would be sleeping and he replied, "I don't know I just came
for pizza". I suggested perhaps going up to wake him, but decided against it.
There was no pizza yet. Suddenly the dream snapped to my friend being in
the dining room tying his Pumas. I asked about the pizza, he said we probably
wouldn't do it. We went outside and quickly built two Go-Karts and decided to
drive them. The dream snapped to daytime on Rt 100 South. We were riding
along in Go-Karts, did not occur to me that they are not a street-legal vehicle,
and a lady in an SUV that went by "told us off" for being on the wrong side of
the road. We were riding on the right side and this is America so she was just
an idiot. After a while my friend and I came to these steps in the woods in the
middle of nowhere. They were like the steps made of wood 4X4s and backfilled
gravel/dirt you see in parks. We tried to ride the go-karts up these steps but they
seemed to gradually get steeper and eventually the go-karts wouldn't take it
anymore. We would have to push them, but before we go off the dream snapped
again to a different scene. We were in a cabin of some sort and there was a baby.
We had fed him celery and apparently it wasn't good for him, he started wheezing
and crying and a doctor came up and checked him out. The doctor said he had too
much cellulose, that he was losing blood and friction. It made sense at the time...