Last night I dreamed I was on a bicycle ride from one city to another. It was an organized ride, a bit like RSVP. Anyway, at some point during the dream I took a break from riding, and was sitting at a picnic table with a bunch of older folks, having a pleasant chat in the evening light. I realized that it was getting late and that there was no way I'd make it to the destination city in time, which is when I started to realize within the dream that this was a dream and that I was probably going to wake up soon.
At that point I broke the bad news to all of the very nice older folks at the picnic table that I had imagined them all, and that I was probably about to wake up soon.
One of them begged me not to wake up, saying that doing so would end their lives, and that they wanted to live just a little bit longer. Another actually held up a puppy. I started bawling my head off, knowing there wasn't anything I could do about this, and continued crying until I woke up.
After waking up it felt for a minute or so as if I'd actually killed a sweet old man and his cute puppy.