I had this dream just a few minutes ago and it scared me so much that I decided to update my journal finally.
For those of you reading this who don't really know me that well I really love my truck and even call her Ms. Sally. She is a 1996 Chevrolet Cheyenne 4x4 truck.
So there I was just driving along (I think I was on a road trip with my friends mom, cause she's cool like that) and we make a stop for snax or something.
When I get back in my truck there is no wheel, only a Playstation one controller. Deep down inside me I cringe and say (oh crap this will be terrible because there is no joy stick and the only way to affectively turn is to shake the vehicle by tapping the direction of the turn and shaking the vehicle back and forth) but I am up for the challenge.
I get in and start doing the speed limit and a regular turn comes up. I start to turn regularly and touch the inside ditch, then when I try to correct I go to high into the curve and apex too much for my big truck so we go off of the other side of the road and the front end hits the ground in a way that we start spinning wildly out of control into the treetops.
After about 5 minutes of flipping through the air and flopping around in the cab (we didn't wear our seatbelts) we finally come to a horrendous hault, and I struggle to get upright. After I finally do so I get out of the truck dukes of hazzard style and stare in horror at the front end which is beat to hell, and realize "Oh my gosh, Ms. Nell is still in the truck"
I rush over to her side of the truck and help her out to realize that there was a broken piece of a CD in her leg so I grab the pair of pliers I had in my pocket and yank it out. Then I fall to the ground and see from third person point of view. I see myself from behind and my back is covered in broken glass.
I wake up in a cold sweat and just sit there for about 30 minutes.