Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am walking through a snowy landscape with some friends. There is my brother,
a boy and his sister. I am not sure what happened first, but eventually I am walking
down snowy road with the guy while my brother is driving a snow mobile with the
girl on the back. After we get a ways down the road, we wonder where the other two
are. We head back and see a blue caution light set up by police. I worry that maybe
somebody has died again ( probably happened earlier in the dream ). I run over to
the part of the road where the snow mobile is. My brother and the girl are fine but
they keep pointing to something on the ground behind the snowmobile. All I see are
these pancakes. I keep looking but thats all I can find. Then the father of the boy and
girl comes over and picks up a little dog. It isn't bloody but the dog's upper jaw bone
is sticking out and half of its lower jaw is in the father's hand. The bone is perfectly
clean. I feel very bad for the dog and the father tries to figure out any way to get the
bone back in place but can't. The dog does not appear to be in pain but I still feel
pity for the poor animal. I stood there for about ten minutes looking at the dog trying
to find something I could do to help, but it just didn't come. The dream ends.

I am in Wildwood NJ and I go into one of the shops. The shop has a bunch of items
that any shop would have, figurines, lanyards, glassware, little trinkets... but they
also have Rosie O'donell T-Shirts. Don't ask me why but I wanted one. I leave the store
without getting anything and later come back hoping they still have them. The layout
of the store is different but the t-shirts are on a rack in the very front. I look at them
but then go on and out a door in the back. I walk out on the beach and it is night-time.
I walk under a huge wooden structure with struts coming down everywhere. A friend
from college is there and we look down and see a huge coin. It is a little smaller than
a man-hole cover. Apparently the coin is worth one dollar. We see two other coins. One
is half the size of the large one and another is about the size of what a real half-dollar
would be. We conclude that they are a half dollar and a quarter dollar. My friend and I
began to decide who gets what and I said I'll take the big one and she can have the
other two. The dream ends.

I am on the Enterprise D from Star Trek Next Generation. I am Picard and there is
a safe in the conference room that is open and has little gummy candies. Somehow
by eating these, they can destroy an entire race but the person who eats it will be
paralyzed. Londo Molari from Babylon 5 wants me to eat it but I want warf to eat
it. I take a red one from the safe, break it in half, and put a piece in my mouth. It
tastes bland with the texture of a large gummy. I spit it back out because I don't want
to be paralyzed. I contemplate it further and the dream ends.