Ugh... just what I needed after my mom deciding that my depression is back and I need to see a psychiatrist again. A nightmare about my death.
Basically it was me in "Back to the Future", except everything that could have gone wrong did.
When I went back, the friend who had made the machine I used hadn't been born yet either, so I couldn't get help there. I had to go to my dad instead. He was willing to help, but only after I explained to him in public, not in secret, so some crazy people who had been listening and wanted to turn me in to the government or something attacked us. Dad managed to get to a car in a parking lot nearby, but it wound up being a massive struggle between me, the guy in the driver's seat, the guy reaching through the driver's seat window, and the one in the passenger's seat. When I looked out through the windshield, I got a glimpse of the car about to crash headlong into a wall.
I woke up with my arms tangled around myself and one leg stretched out in mid-kick.