I had an extremely haunting dream last night.
I was in a car with someone else. We were driving, navigating around cars for 11 minutes straight. Then we came across a certain car. It kept stalling, but we couldn't get around it thanks to a busy left lane, so the person next to me had to keep speeding up and slowing down.
Suddenly, the car started to catch on fire. I yelled at my colleague to stop, and yet, they kept doing what they were previously doing.
And then, the car blew up, and the explosion caused OUR car to catch on fire. I screamed bloody murder. And then I woke up.
After taking a few minutes to wonder "what the #### just happened," I fell back asleep.
This time, I found myself in another car. This time though, I was driving, and I also had a Peter Griffin-esque voice.
After a few minutes of making corny jokes, I came across the car I was in during the previous dream. And I saw myself in the exact same spot, screaming bloody murder.
Only this time, there was no explosion. And there was no fire.