I will die in a car crash
February 13th, 2008 by Adrian Sampson
I am in the passenger seat of a pickup truck snaking along a tiny, winding desert highway. Robert Eckert, Jr. drives. He unexpectedly cuts across a bend, bouncing terrifyingly over the sand and cacti.
“What the fuck are you doing, Rej?”
“Oh. Sorry,” but he smiles and does it again. He’s bored of driving safely and I am very angry but too afraid for my life to do anything but yell at him. He continues to drive at highway speeds over uneven desert terrain.
He then takes a jump and launches the car to the left in a huge arc that ends in the ocean. We sink immediately. I realize that I will need to breathe in water to scold my driver, who is now more like DJ Roze. Given the necessity of screaming, and because I am partially aware that I can breathe perfectly well when I am lying around in my bed, this seems an acceptable tradeoff.
When we reach the surface, I attempt to inflict bodily harm on DJ Roze’s face for his carelessness.
(This night, DJ Roze also dreamed about driving recklessly.)
This dream was posted by Adrian Sampson on Wednesday, February 13th, 2008 at 2:31 am. You can leave a response, but pinging is currently not allowed.
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