Woke up several times this morning to write my dreams, and went back to sleep so I could practice recalling more. So I recalled a lot. To make a long story "short" (not really):

I was in this rural road with a friend, and I pulled over at a store, my ride just left me there. I called my dad. Nothing. A minute later, he calls back and I can see him on my cell's screen - probably a camcorder placed on his bike - he was cycling in a square... A few minutes later (we were not talking, but I still could see him), some ignorant rich boys (like 16 years old) - seemed rich due to their clothes - tried to intimidate asking for money and jerking him. So I stayed between them and my dad, pushing 'em away (?!) screaming that they would regret for this. They wouldn't listen. Then an army officer just popped up out of nowhere and started hitting those who approached. Among them, there was this kid - apparently 8 years old - and suddenly they all turned against him and spanked the poor child to death. I watched every stroke, every single blood spit, thinking:

I'll write this down when I wake up.