I'm honestly not sure if this was a single dream or two separate dreams.

First part of the dream, I was a rally driver and organizer who set up a rally in the United States. I drove some Mercedes SUV (OOD, I would hate that car and that would be a bad rally car) against other cars which were modified for rally (OOD, anywhere from 90's era car to modern, I think). Despite the intent being to popularize rally in the US, I'm pretty sure the stage we were on was in England? I had three attempts at the track, and everyone was running at once (OOD more like a point to point race than a rally). There were several car crashes and people ramming other cars off the road. I didn't win in any of the three attempts. At some point, the car needed an oil change, and the engine was at the rear (which Mercedes SUVs are not). During the process I accidentally opened a coolant release. Otherwise, every attempt at the stage I ended up in the red rock ravine. Over time I was scratching depressing statements into the rock (It's all pointless, will anyone even see this, other similar depression thoughts). While in the ravine I met people who were from Iowa.

In the second part, I was a "war reporter" working in an undisclosed location (desert area, thinking north africa or middle east). It was a chaotic place with gunfights happening often, especially outside the gates. At some point, a woman tried to attack me, but i managed to fend her off and make her drop her gun. In the base, something happened (big explosion cloud was visible) which caused a sewer manhole to shoot into the sky and fall on her neck, killing her instantly. Then at night, I was in a rickety shack with people who had been at the base for awhile. This included a girl with whom I had apparently agreed to go on a date but plans fell through. Paul Rudd was in the shack, drinking.

To preface, I have been playing a lot of Tarkov lately (PVE mode, specifically). One of Tarkov's maps, Labs, is on the more difficult side and I've not been in a long time.

I was playing Tarkov, doing a raid on Labs. I distinctly remember getting pinned in a corner. Most of the details are gone now. I was using a shitty rifle (like the .366 bolt action or maybe the break action rifle) and having to take on a few PMC's. I managed to down one, take his gun (which was still pretty bad), then use that to attack the next guy, but ran out of ammo and had to run.

I'm typing this at 7:00pm even though I woke at 9:00am, as I only set this up just now (as of this post). Details are a bit fuzzy.

I was a guy in my 40's who had amnesia, didn't know who I was. I was in some sort of mental hospital and had clothes which were imprinted with my "prisoner code". From this I believed my name was something like "Collin Johnson" or some similarly generic name, and my robes had my address to "Number Road", which goes to the real "Collin Johnson" somehow. Anyway, for whatever reason, someone in the hospital wanted to kill me. I spent a lot of time running away from them, getting more and more exhausted and sluggish. Eventually, the person trying to kill me approached me with a syringe, like what doctors would use to draw blood. Since I was physically exhausted all I could do was yell out for help. This guy runs at me from the front and stabs it into my right shoulder/neck and starts to draw my blood. However, this random woman went after him and grabbed him by the arms. He only drew a little bit of blood and takes the syringe out of me, turning to her and trying to inject her with it. He stabbed it in a similar neck/shoulder area, and draws the syringe full (OOD, I would say this thing is maybe 5-10mL capacity). Then he turns back to me and stabs it in me, injecting it into my shoulder. I immediately start feeling sick and vision started to fade (OOD, I guess my brain thought that incompatible blood transfusions become immediately sickening?). Before I pass out in the dream, I see the random woman approach me, and mention something about how whatever he did didn't affect her. Then I pass out completely before awakening in a hospital bed. Then I get a "full explaination", where she explains that he must have discarded the blood in the syringe before attacking her so she didn't get sick. Then, hospital staff find out that my self-reported name was incorrect as the real guy is alive elsewhere. I'm some other guy who was missing(?) but now I'm identified. At some point after this I woke up.