Sometimes I will have a week where I have a lot of dreams. Last week was like this. There were many but this was the last one in a series of more than five different dreams:

I am stealing (planning on taking for a joy ride) a motorcycle out of a neighbor's garage. I feel bad because while I am doing this, the right handle breaks off (so I have damaged something that is not mine). I am about to speed off knowing I will have very little control of the motorcycle due to the damaged hand grip. I know I am going to go for that joy ride anyways even though it will be very dangerous since I ruined the braking and accelerating mechanisms. I feel compelled to take the chance even if it kills me. I wake up as I am about to speed off.