I awoke with the mind-vision of my truck rolling and rolling along the concrete of I-35.
Rolling as in CRASHING SOMERSAULTING METAL SCREECHING CLANGING GLASS SHATTERING type of rolling.
Not the other kind of easy rolling, rock-n-rolling, roly-poly bug rolling.
A deep intake of breath brought that vision to further clarity, and from there, I breathed no longer. Here in the "real world", I held my breath as the physical sensations of being crushed by my car crushed my ability to breath.
It was too real.
In the dream world, I was flung, unseatbelted, up and down, side to side, slashed with the glass and crushed with the metal. I could see the world upside down as vividly as if it were so. Was I in an action movie? It felt as 3-D as one of those horror scenes.
Then I realized I did not want to die like this. I do not mind dying, but as my torso was crushed, and thus my capacity to take in air ended, panic set in. I did not want to die a tortuous death of suffocation.
Then I awoke fully and sat up.
I pushed this grim vision from my mind as best I could, though the apparition visited me throughout the day, against my will.
I don't think I'll drive that highway anytime soon.
There is fiction. There is life. What is the difference?
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