The first part of the dream slipped away from me rapidly upon waking and I could only recover a single phrase: "Pycerion Ryncol". The significance of this phrase has been lost forever.
Fortunately I remember the second part more clearly. I was driving my car back from the elementary school I went to as a kid. It was very hard to control and I narrowly missed plowing over a construction crew working on the side of the road. However, not everyone made it unscathed. At the last moment I bumped the last guy's elbow and caused him to drop his styrofoam sandwich box. I felt so bad that I pulled over up the road and went back to apologize. He took it surprisingly well. He refused my offer to buy him another sandwich but instead asked me to drive his sick dad to the hospital. In retrospect, I find this a shockingly foolish idea. Having just demonstrated my questionable driving ability he asks me to transport his ailing father? The sky rapidly darkened as I drove toward the ER.
And that's all I got.