I was in a mad max -esque postapocalyptic wasteland world, where a tentative civilization had sprung up. I lived with a group of friends, and we went from road stop to road stop in search of something that I can't quite remember. I was left in the car this particular time, and while I was waiting for everyone to come out, two punks came over and started harassing me. I wasn't sure what they were planning, but I did notice that we had left the keys in the ignition, and they could see that. I tried to make them leave, and I think I was effective enough to make them go somewhere else for at least a few minutes. Eventually the group came back, and then the owner of this road stop came over to me and excitedly tried to get me to come with him. I went, because he was an authority figure, but he led me into a trap. Our team was going to be attacked by some people we trusted, and I was the only one who knew. I tried to do a cartwheel behind the girl who was leading the charge against us, and then I realized what the dream was. I said "I'll do a cartwheel," and she said "okay, roll acrobatics then." The whole time, my dream had been basically a custom tabletop game. It was a cool realization.