Zeppelin crash

I was in a field mesmerized by watching a huge low-flying blimp. I was watching the blimp approach and it kept getting closer and closer and lower and lower, and at a certain point I thought, wow, that's really too low. And I and some others in the field, started standing up and moving, worried that the blimp was coming right toward us, but before it reached me, it crashed, just slowly fell right into the ground.

Then it caught on fire, and the heat from the flame knocked me down. Later I found myself at a hotel where apparently they had brought the families of the crash victims. And I was stopped and questioned by a cop who looked like Richard Belzer. He seemed a little hard on me, until I started crying.

The Russian Mob - eh, it wasn't that bad

I was on the patio of the building where I work, and some Russian mob guys were threatening my parents. So I told them to leave my mom alone, and torture me instead. They wanted answers to questions I had no clue about. Mostly, all they did was twist my wrists and arms. It hurt but it wasn't that bad - I was expecting that they'd cut me or burn me, but they didn't. It seemed like they knew I didn't have any answers, and they were just going through the motions. They did however shave my head before they left, and it made me cry (though in my head, I thought, 2 years and it will all grow back.)

When I went inside the cops were there and wanted to take a statement. I also showed them my bag, saying "I think you can probably get some DNA evidence off of this" -- it looked like a shaggy dog had rolled all over it, it was totally covered in hair! They also wanted to do a rape test, though I assured them that I had not been raped. "Honestly, it wasn't that bad," I kept telling them.