Collision course
I am trapped in the back seat of my car, choked by the seat belt. It’s pulled so tightly across my body that I can’t move, can’t breathe. Outside, the lush, green corn lines both sides of the two-lane coutry road. My car speeds ahead.
Another car approaches from a side road. I struggle frantically toward the front seat, desperate to avoid a collision. The other car slows, preventing an accident, but my car continues down the road at breakneck speed.
Now there is a new danger. A dead end nears. I escape the seat belt and clamber toward the front seat. I don’t have the time to crawl in; all I can do is dive headfirst at the brake pedal and punch it as hard as I can.
The car screeches and spins to the right, stopping a few feed from the edge of the road. I get out of the car. People start to approach me slowly.
That dream scared the hell out of me.