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by Jezebel » Sun May 25, 2003 12:11 pm
Worst dream, I can recall in full, I've ever had. This was over a year ago that I had this, by the way.
I was in a car with a person that was a combination of John(ex boyfriend)/My dad. We were driving somewhere, and listening the radio. Bon Jovi's "I'll be there for you" Came on, and John/Dad said "I don't like Green Day" and I looked at him oddly and said "That's not Green Day!!! That's Bon Jovi!!" The song played for a bit and he changed it. A short while later I changed it back to the same station and I saw a car lying crookedly sideways in the road. I screamed at him to watch the fucking road. He then had a cig. butt and was lighting it. I said to him "You don't smoke", and he said something to the effect of "I do now."
We continued to drive, and he lit a whole cig, blowing all of his smoke in my face constantly. Suddenly, we were over by a Homeland (grocery store) on 91st and Memorial (close to where I live), and I looked at the clock, noticing that it was 1:37 a.m., and remember thinking that it was too late to go grocery shopping (in real life, early this week John agreed that we would do our grocery shopping at Homeland, since they are going out of business.) John/Dad then said something like "I don't know if I want to go to this movie with you, every time your computer breaks you say 'I don't care, fix it if you want to.'.”(My computer had been fucking up and John was constantly having to fix it)
It was still pretty late, but I think it was closer to 11:00 something rather than 1. I mumbled something about how no movies are probably playing this late anyways. I don't know how, but I knew that the movie was called "Christ is Crying." Strange. So we drive along, and suddenly we see a red car, right in front of us, and by in front of us I mean facing us on the road. At a dead stop. It was one of those old muscle type cars from the 60's and 70's, vaguely reminded me of the car "Christine." We saw it in front of us, but we just kept driving. Finally, when it would have been too late to swerve or prevent the accident, I screamed at John/Dad to watch out. We crashed right into it, and we went through the other car, and I could feel a piece of metal slicing off my head, and my finally thoughts as my life oh so quickly ended were "I'm not supposed to die" and "I love you".
I woke up screaming. I could still feel that odd feeling around my neck. I screamed again and starting crying. I was too scared to get out of bed. It was the worst feeling in the world to have. Staring at the car, and the moment of impact knowing that we were going to hit it and knowing that I was going to die. I've had dreams that scared me more, in a sense, I used to have horrible night terrors, but for some reason, I've never been able to shake this one.
