Why brain, why?

I just had a dream where a couple of friends and I were at the zoo and one of them collapsed and was not breathing and there was no heartbeat. I asked one of them to call 911 and he handed me his phone so I ended up dialing but it turns out he was here to visit (we forgot) and the phone put us through to HIS local dispatcher and I found out when I said zoo and he asked to confirm if it's the zoo in XX city and I realized "sh*t, not local" and had to explain where we are, blanking momentarily on our location because I was so terrified, and then he transferred us to the local dispatcher and my friend's crappy cell phone connection cut out --

(Note: I've never had personally called 911 before so I have no idea if they transfer people if you called the wrong dispatcher to get to where you are or what. I would prefer never have to call 911.)

--at which point I just gave up and asked my other friend to call 911 because the person who's collapsed is just lying there and no one's DOING anything and my brain keeps screaming "brain damage in two minutes at me" (not strictly accurate -- it depends on age and temperature but it's more like 5 minutes) so I had to roll him over and try to perform CPR and it was REALLY frustrating because I kept explaining to the two who are not on the phone that they have to watch because I'll need help in a few minutes (approximately 10-15min before I start to get dizzy because my lung capacity's improved a little but not THAT much) because it isn't easy and the dispatcher takes time (average time depends on location but it's around 15-20min here) and they keep interrupting with questions like how's he doing (how do you THINK? I have to breathe and pump his heart for him) and just, UGH.

It was a very real dream. There was patches of dying-from-summer-heat grasses in the area near the entrance, kneeling on the cement is uncomfortable, and my fingers were shaking so badly that it took me two tries to get 911 (dialed 6 by accident the first time).

On the plus side, I correctly remembered to curl my fingers correctly, the depth of compression, and the 2 breath per 30 compression rule. Congrats, Red Cross, you have managed to instill information all the way into my subconscious. Now we just have to wait for another nightmare to see if the first-aid part took.

Actually no, dear powers that be, if you are listening, I would like to petition to have Friday and Saturday nights be nightmare-free-zone. Because otherwise I end up awake at 7am on the weekend and unable to go to sleep because it's bright outside and I have too much adrenaline burning through me-- its half-life might be about 2-3 minutes but I think it takes up to 30min to clear my system and I'm jittery for about an hour afterwords. This is not conductive to my plans to sleep-in at least until 8am on the weekends.