dead people

i dreamed last night i was back in malaysia. but it was a very different malaysia than the one i just came back from. it was scummy, corrupt, poor, sickly. beggers were everywhere and sickly looking people meandered around the slummy streets. at some point i realized that my friend had drowned. i was in mourning. i was then driving my car up a hill, on a torn up street with people everywhere lying in the middle of the road. i asked my friend sitting in the front seat if it was ok to drive up the road and he said yes, it was fine. i saw a boy lying in the middle of the street. he was deathly skinny, he looked like a victim of draught and starvation. my friend said i was fine, if i drove forward i would miss him by a long shot, no need to be cautious. so i drove forward, then felt a bump. i panicked and backed up, driving for a second time over the boy. i looked back towards him and his head was squished by the tires of my car. i started wailing. when i woke up it was one of those wake-ups where all you feel is relief that it was only a dream.