Running Down A Dream

Actually I was driving in the dream and I fell down in a way, but that was what popped in my head and it’s a damn good song. iuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Sorry, my cat climbed upon my laptop and laid down. I’m sure, if you have a cat, that you’ve experienced the same thing at some point. It’s what cats do. They’re jerks. I tried taking a picture of him on my laptop but he’s so fucking black that my phone camera wouldn’t pick him up. There was just this void of nothingness.

Anyway, I had this dream last night and it was pretty intense.

I was driving down the highway through the middle of a city, but the highway was elevated a great deal. I was driving my old 1996 Dodge Neon, and it was a stick shift. I only mention that part because it was a stick in the dream, as well as a stick in real life. But that’s how I knew it was my Neon.

We were speeding, because we were racing with the other drivers, and I downshifted to speed up. We curved around some buildings one way then curved around more the other way.

In the car with me was my dad in the passenger seat and someone was in the back, though I don’t remember who it was. And even though we were racing, we were headed towards a particular place, but I didn’t know how to get there.

Suddenly we came around a bend and the four lanes of the highway split into four exits and I had to pick the right one to get to where we were going. I yelled to my dad, “which way do I go?” He had no idea, but just as we got to one exit he told me to take it. It was like pulling up onto a sidewalk, but it turned into a lane.

The exits split up the cars and now I was in a race with those who took the same exit as I did. We went around another bend and the lane I was in ended and there was nothing left, no blockade, no signs, no nothing, the road just ended. I flew off the end of the road and fell the two hundred or so feet to the ground below.

This scene is probably why I had that dream.

I looked down and saw a house but it was tiny. I saw trees and they were tiny, too. But they all came rushing up to meet me. Behind them was a lake and I hoped to land there. I could feel myself being terrified that I was going to die.

We hit the ground, amazingly gentle considering the fall, but still hard, and we rolled into the lake. Then I was standing on the bank of the lake with my dad and the back seat passenger, and we were all dry, and I said to them, “I can’t believe we survived that.”

Then I thought, did we survive that, or are we all dead now looking at ourselves sinking into the lake inside the car?

Then I woke up.

About Matt Roberts

I am an author of horror and things near it. I enjoy nightmares and bad B horror flicks.
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1 Response to Running Down A Dream

  1. 1jaded1 says:

    Dreams. This one seemed intense as you told it.

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