Medical Emergency Dream

Steve, Mom, and I were all in the living room and I was arguing with Steve about something. I don't remember what. Anyway, he kept touching his chest every once in a while, rubbing it (but on the right side, not the left) while we were arguing.

I started to go down the hallway, I had a bad feeling and thought I should just shut up but it was like I couldn't in the dream and I said something else. I don't remember what it was (I can't remember any of the words any of us exchanged just the tone). Just barely after I finished speaking, he rubbed at his chest again and then fell down.

I remember that I called 911 for an ambulance and explained to the person on the other end what had happened, but I don't remember what happened next.

I don't remember what any of us was wearing, except for Steve. I just remember his shirt. It was a thin, fitted sweater that had stripes in a horizontal pattern, with very large, wide stripes that were dark and some very thin, narrow white stripes. He actually does own a shirt like that, oddly enough.