I had this dream last week, but I forgot to write it down. Some details are lost but here’s the gist:
1: I was driving with J and his friend Nick. We had all been drinking. It was late, and we were driving through Atlanta back to the apartment. J took a turn down a road I wasn’t familiar with. I saw a sign that said “Atlanta BeltLine Construction.” I turned to him and said, “I don’t think you should go this way, because I think this is where they’re rebuilding that rail line.” And that’s when the road stopped and we flew over a wide opening with a train rushing past underneath the Volvo. We all screamed, and J and I tightly squeezed each others hands as we faced our death. Luckily, the car hit the edge of the cliff, and we bounced off into a ditch. Dead leaves poured over us and I kept repeating, “I’m OK.” Then I sank into a grave where wiggly zombies were digging out of. They were slow moving, thankfully, and I ran away.
2: Jen and Brandt were in a horrible car wreck. I went to visit them the next day, and what I saw was so horrifying and graphic. Jennifer had been blinded by some sort of debris, and Brandt was missing his face from his eyebrows to his upper lip. It was like someone carved out his face. He didn’t know how bad it was, and thankfully Jen didn’t know either. I took her to a dentist (uhh..) to see about whether she would get her sight back again. He didn’t seem hopeful.
