Dreaming

I am driving the car; Annie and Tom are in the car with me. In front of me is an old man driving his car; he is unable to concentrate on what he is doing. Really, he shouldn’t be driving, as he is unsafe on the road. He keeps going into the wrong lane, and I’m worried he will cause an accident. There are a few near misses, and I pull back to stay safe in case the worst happens.

Suddenly, the old man does something that means I cannot get out of the way, and there will be an accident. I feel the impact and kind of see my side of the car getting bashed around. My side has taken the brunt of it. I am in the third person now and seeing the car from the outside, although I know I am inside.

I am back in the first person. I am sitting in the car and check to make sure Tom is okay and then Annie. Both are fine. I know I have been injured, but I feel okay about it, almost as though I have just accepted my injuries. I look in the mirror. My face is covered in blood. I have various cuts, but mainly I see blood coming from my right eye; it trickles down my face. Tom is looking at me and is worried, but I have no sense of fear or concern; it just is what it is.