I was running in a marathon in the middle of nowhere. When anyone fell or couldn't complete the marathon they were picked up and thrown on a huge conveyor belt where they were made into link sausage, which was the meal for the day. I won the marathon and I heard bystanders saying that I had won it last year too. At the end, as it was nearing dusk, I was running for my parents old blue truck in fear that the sausage maker would come after me.
In another dream I was hobnobbing with uppity-ups in fancy clothes who thought I was way beneath them. It didn't seem to bother me one bit.