I was waiting for a bus. I had two motorbikes next to me; one was white and had no motor (it was more like a scooter), and the second was black and could go very far, very fast. I said to a person next to me, "would you look after these when I go and return the empty bottles?" The person agreed and I left. But the place where you could leave your empty bottles to was gone, no matter how much I looked around I couldn't see it anywhere. I came back, and there was just the white scooter left.
"What happened?", I asked the person.
The girl looked confused and said, "a girl came by and said she was your friend, and took the black bike with her", she waved her hand towards the big apartment houses on a hill.
"But I have no friends over there!", I said, worried that my bike had been stolen. "But you still have one left", the girl replied, meaning the white bike next to her.
I suddenly came to think of a girl I knew lived in that direction, and described her to the girl. She recognized the person I was talking about and I left for the white apartment house, wanting to find the black bike. I took the elevator up, but it was the wrong floor. I tried to go back down, but the elevator only went up and not down, in addition to that there was some dark red-eyed creatures below who had followed me into the house and were promptly trying to find me. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get back down. I found the girl who had walked out with my bike and she gave it back to me.
[I actually lived in that apartment house for a few years. At the time things were pretty bad with my family and I can't remember much of it, but since some of my nightmares take place in the same building something must've happened.]