Crazy suicidal sprint

I've had this dream a few times already. It's one of those repetetive ones that are more like an "image" than something you can control, but somehow you can still "feel" it; the wind, the feeling beneath your feet, the emotions, etc...

Well, I had this one a few weeks ago, and I don't remember if I had it afterwards. I do know, however, that I've dreampt of it at least three times before.

There's already a myriad of other little strings of thoughts before this one, but then it pops up where it's quite dark, and I can just picture it perfectly. The scenery is exactly like my old apartment in Montreal, and since my apartment complex is near a boulevard there's always a lot of cars there. The apartment is two buildings that face each other at an angle, they are brown and 10 stories tall. There is something like a garden/grass/fountain in front of them around a circular "street" that leats cars go in front of them. You know what I'm saying?

Well I find myself coming from up the street (I can only precise that much, but if we're talking directions it feels like I'm coming from your right). I pick a ball up and throw it to a bunch of kids, but I miss and it's sent rolling down the pavement (to the "left"). I begin to run after it, but I just can't run correctly. I can't run on the sidewalk. I just have to run on the street facing the cars. And I have to run with my arms waving to the side. It's strange, but it seems like I feel awfully sluggish there. I can't run back on the sidewalk no matter WHAT I do, and it annoys/angers/scares me so much that I wake up just 15 minutes before my alarm clock's supposed to ring and I have to go to school.