Marathon / suicide

I was trying to drive through a town, but every time I turned, there were wall-to-wall marathon runners coming at me. I turned around to backtrack and noticed an empty street, except for about ten people standing around a stopped car in the middle of the street. When I got closer I noticed that it was a limousine and the people were standing in a circle around a lifeless black man in a nice suit. He was laid out on the ground next to an open door and had a pistol in his hand. Even though I looked, I saw no blood.

The marathon part of this dream actually happened to me. San Diego was hosting the Rock & Roll Marathon and I was dumb enough to be trying to drive somewhere. Nearly every road was blocked by police barricades for the marathon. I was mad because a handful of people are allowed to inconvenience the other tax-payers for half a day when there are plenty of other open-land places that people can run outside of the city.