Ridin' Rode "dream"

I titled my dream and wrote my dream in story form. It was an actual dream it just sounds like a story. It has the emotions of how I felt and what it felt like to be where I was.

A morning sleeping in agony, my legs sweating from the three layers of blankets stacked on top of me, and the feeling of being tired and fatigue. I cannot wonder any longer how i will have to wake up and feel alive and whole again. The dream I dreamt while sleeping could only mean desperation.
The dream started out where i was running away feverishly from political workers, the devil's tongue. First I was trying to figure out what was going on. I then had a sudden inspiration that on the other side of the world in my dream and in some places there was dirty work being done. Experimentally with animals and people, scientists taking there their bodies and torturing them. I ended up dealing with head to toe a political worker. A kid he was but he had something up his sleeve. I feared him and ran him over with a vehicle only to result in a phone call to the police I stole a hot shot car and out drove the police. But where was I? In amidst, in divinity, or what? The dream ended where there was a road that people where telling me was once ridin' and covered on blood from dead soldiers, crying babies, and children. People where walking on this road and reading it as if there were word embedded on the blood road but there was nothing but blood. I woke up feeling nausea and almost feverish. What in the world is my subconscious stirring up?