August 6, 2012 Dream

S and I were on our former elementary/middle school blacktop. There were quite a few people there of all ages. In the middle are a group of young men/men/teenagers. There's the main dude sitting on a chair somewhat in the middle of them. S and I go over to them, and S ruffles the hair of the main dude (he has medium length black slightly curly hair) and greets cheerfully, "Hey IPK!" I take a quick look at the man's face to find out hat he definitely isn't IPK and S must've mistaken him for someone else. The man says something to the group of men with him (can't remember) but then they all stand up and face us. I grab S's hand and tell her to run away from them, giving her a head-start shove. She runs off, and I go as well. We run around, trying to outmaneuver them until we get to the safe place, inside the school from the side doors (compared to the playground doors). One dude snatches my wrist, but I somehow manage to slip out of his grasp. At one point, I look behind my left shoulder to see my younger brother being chased by one dude. He may have tried distracted some from S and I. I tell him to head to the doors; when we go through them, we'll be safe. Everyone on the blacktop sort of scatter when they realize that the men are bad, thinking they might have weapons on them or something, so it's pretty much a large group of bad guy men, S, I, our little bro, and maybe a few others running around. All the while, I keep thinking, Why isn't IPK helping us? Why isn't he helping S? Didn't he tell us that if we need help, he'll be there for us? Why isn't he helping S? A dreading feeling sinks into the pit of my stomach as I run around. Why isn't IPK here? Why isn't he helping S? I keep wondering. Eventually, we get to the safe place.
Later on in the dream, we're standing outside of the side doors. The bad guys have gone somewhere, either fled or taken elsewhere. There are a few people standing by S and I. Then a black car pulls up in the driveway of the school. I immediately recognize it as the car IPK drives in (of course, in real life, I don't know since he lives across the country). DR comes out of the driver's seat with a clipboard, telling others how they dealt with/disposed of the bad men. I look through the windows of the car to see if IPK is in there. The windows are darkened like a limo but not as much since I can still see shapes inside of it. There isn't anyone in the car. (It's larger than a compact but not as tall as a minivan). My older brother scolds me, saying, "Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't go on the black top unless you're in Ray's eyesight?" I nod, not really listening to him. Al I can think of is, Why didn't he help us? Especially S? 

Note: That morning, I woke up thinking that for 1 hour+ in bed, over and over again, feeling really distressed for some reason (which is unusual since normally dreams don't affect me like that except for making not want to wake up in hopes the ream won't end or waking up hoping it will end as soon as possible).