Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am in the middle of a railroad track. There is a bridge in the distance and there is a lot of
tall grass where I'm standing. I am in a small valley and there is a short trail up to the side
where the bridge is. I go up the trail and essentially I'm lost. Then the dream snaps to the
middle of what looks like London, I have never been to London so I don't know, but Adam and
I are standing on the sidewalk against a wrought iron rail that guards a drop down to a lower
level. Adam's mom pulls up in their Blue Honda Accord and I get in. Adam hands me a bicycle
helmet and I put it on. We arrive at this banquet or wedding reception or something and I take
off the helmet. At the time when this happens, I am not in the car but more floating about 15
feet about the ground. I look around at the reception for a while from a sky-view
and I wake up