It was dark, and the road was unfamiliar to me. The road was winding and dangerous, a yellow guard rail the only thing separating us from the vast sheer drop into the valley thousands of feet below.
We were all giggling about something, when I suddenly realized that she was driving too fast. Cheryl, slow down. This next turn is really tight. Oh my God, she isn't gonna make the turn.
Why were the words screaming in my head, and yet not coming out of my mouth.
It was too late. We crashed through the guard rail, flying out over the valley below. A small plane came into view ahead of me through the windshield. And then, I was suddenly very aware of the ground thousands of feet below. It began approaching faster as the car plummeted.
This is it. We are going to die. I began thinking of my son, too young to live without his mom. Of Mike, and my dad. Oh God. I wanted to close my eyes and simply let go. The interior of the car was eerily quiet.
In an instant, I was gasping, nearly choking.
I sat up. Damn! I was in my bed.
Deep breaths, calm the F*** down. Jesus.
If you die in your dreams, you die for real, right??
I had wanted to sleep in this morning, but, having successfully woken myself up from this horrific nightmare, I refused to go back to bed now.