
I had this really vivid dream last night.
I watched this major car crash, twice.
The first time I saw it was through the media.
The second time was through my own eyes. And between the two times was the lead up of events to me seeing it.
And the second time, it played out in slow motion. And I knew what was happening, but I couldn't do anything to stop it. I just watched. Transfixed, horrified, scared, mad.
And I had never felt so alone and helpless than when I was watching this car-crash dream.