About last night

So, here's a pretty average dream:

My friend David has taken up a sniper position and I've come along for the ride. We're on a cliff of sorts that is connected by a very long bridge to another spot of land, which is where our targets are located. David almost has the shot lined up when some enemies come up the ladder behind us. Rather than mess with them, David and I start booking it across the bridge. I figure once we're on the other side I can just do away with this sniper stuff and pop our target in the head while we're passing by to make our escape.
Well, it doesn't go as planned. We're on the other side and I make a fantastic leap over our target's head (I really have no clue who the target is, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was either Hu Jintao of China or Kim Jong-il of North Korea) while pulling out my pistol and taking a shot. It hits his hand however, but I don't have time to take another shot so we continue to make our escape.
At this point we're in the enemy's compound, which bears a striking resemblance to one of churches I went to as a little kid. David and I split up to find a car. I know where my car is located, so I race towards it with a guy running right behind me. I manage to put some distance between us, but, as usual, when I get to my car I fumble with the keys. I finally get inside and l0ck the door just as he gets to the car, and from there I back out and start driving around looking for David.
I see some old friends playing basketball on the basketball courts inside the enemy compound, and we're all glad to see each other and we chat a little. They ask if I want to play and I say I can't cause I'm looking for David. That's about the time when David finally shows up with the whole North Korean/Chinese army on his tail. While I was talking to my friends who were playing basketball, my car somehow turned into a two-seater bicycle of sorts, and I believe it's my good friend Eric who's on the seat in front of me. David takes forever to stuff himself into my oversized backpack which apparently doubles as a third seat, but, as luck would have it, we finally get him safely tucked in and zippered up just in time for me to say goodbye to my friends playing basketball and adios to whatever army is right on our tail.
"Can that thing fly?" one of the basketball guys asks as I pedal by.
"Let's hope so," I say, and within a few moments I've pedaled so fast that we are indeed flying over the trees, into safety.