I died, sort of.

When I sleep, I rarely dream unless I eat weird food for dinner or take drugs (we’re talking Ibuprofen, not LSD kids). Anyway the only dreams I ever actually remember are the trippy, disturbing kind that make me wonder if I was abducted by aliens on more than one occasion. The latest from my subconscious makes me wonder if I should be writing horror films or seeking professional help. It all began as the girl, who I assume was me, approached a walkway to a cute little tan house with freshly painted white trim. I knew it was freshly painted because there were bright red signs exclaiming “WET PAINT”. The porch lights were on and I rang the doorbell. I remember waiting for a few moments and then two young men that I apparently knew well answered the door. We walked through the grass which was cold and wet to a hatch back Honda parked along the curb. We all climbed into the front seat, which at the time didn’t seem strange. I believe I was sitting next to the window.
 
Next thing I know it’s like 4:00am and we’re driving around a city that reminded me a lot of suburban Omaha, NE, particularly Pacific Street. The radio was on and whatever song it was had a lot of repetitive drumming. We approach a stop light and prepare to take a right turn when out of nowhere a giant barrel of oil comes rolling through the intersection at an extremely high speed. The barrel destroys the front end of the Honda. Then I remember sitting there for quite some time, all of us acting as if nothing had happened. Then someone yelled “ROLL!, ROLL NOW!”. The right passenger door magically opened and the two boys started to roll. Then all of the sudden I wasn’t there anymore. This is where it gets a little weird. My perspective changed from the girl to the two guys. They looked back towards the Honda just in time to see it explode. They apparently didn’t see the girl anywhere so they logically went to the corner gas station to inquire about her location.

The resourceful gas station man took out a big ring of keys and walked into the back room which was lined with your standard soda pop machine that dispenses bottles. He first slowly opened up a green Mountain Dew machine inside which was a man with a moustache frozen in a block of ice. The boys shook their heads to indicate it wasn’t who they were looking for. Showing no signs of even surprise they continued down the line of soda machines finally coming to one that stored a young woman who kinda sorta looked like the girl from the car. After intently looking at her for a while they agreed that she was close enough. The man from the gas station took a large ice pick and cracked the block of ice, freeing the young lady who acted as if this was a normal process she was used to. Then they went on their way and I woke up really confused.