Like Musashi: Part 1

Okay, this dream is very interesting, and long. Before the dream actually "starts" (but this is still part of it) I'm leaving for work, and I think I'm kissing my wife goodbye. After waking up I forget most of the detail, but I am apparently very rich, and live in a very nice house. Then I start to drive to work (very fun).

I start at what seems like a nuclear power plant, a very advanced one. Lots of blue glowy things, and blue electricity, and the room is dark, so the blue power is even brighter. There are many machines there, but what's even weirder is, the actual building is that of my old house in OK. Well, there's a small explosion, and it's after that when I begin to think about leaving. Another person comes out of the room, he's white, and pretty muscular. We begin to talk in the hallways about leaving. He says "okay, let's go." and I respond "wait, I need to work, I have a family, I need to support them!" but he walks back, and just yells at whoever is in the room saying "Roland and me are leaving". So then we go out into the garage of my old house/power plant, and my car is there, but it's somewhat... shrunk, to that of a go-cart.

The next thing I know, I am driving backwards, with anothe care driving fowards right into me. Well, we quickly spin around (the car is a two seater, one in front of the other so it's longer than it is wide) and find we are on a go-cart race track. Lots of other people from school (I am now apparently younger) are in the crowd, which is small and practially standing in the narror racetrack. (by narrow I mean barely enough for my car as it is). We race around the track, speeding around tight corners, and blowing the crowd away with our racing, then my "partner" is thrown out of the car apparently, but I continue racing. Then my car goes out of control, and I am sent flying from it, and the car itself tumbles away. I, however, continue running on the track, in order to get above the people, I jump on a pole and I swing around in a huge arc over there head. Then there are a bunch of chairs in the track, and the place begins to change. There are two seats left: one by a friend and one by a hot girl. I take the one by the hot girl.
*See Part 2*