Crash Test Ratings

I had a dream a few nights ago, and such an odd dream it hath been.

From time to time, I dream of falling off an overpass (such as the "high five") or losing control of my car and either falling 50 ft to my doom or crashing at high speed into inanimate objects, you know, the usual. I normally wake up on impact, but this time was different.

I was calmly driving on a high overpass thingy going from one northbound highway to a westbound one when the car spun out and I crashed into the barricade on the left. My car nose-dived to the ground some 50 feet away. I felt the same ahhh-my-lungs-are-coming-out-of-my-nose feeling that comes from the first drop of The Titan at Six Flags, but then I slowed everything down. I thought, hmm...my car has a 5-star crash test rating for the driver, I guess this will truly put this to the test. Thus, of course, my car moved from nose-dive position to one parallel to the ground. Then, all of a sudden, it decided to move so that the driver-side would smash into the ground.

I thought I was going to die, but those crash test ratings don't lie (rhyme!). The car landed on its side and instantly went to all four wheels on the ground. Zero damage to the car, or me. It made no sense, so I thought that because there was no external damage, there would be internal damage that would make the car unstartable. I pressed the "Start Car" button, and the engine sounded fine. I put it into reverse and the car moved in reverse. I was under the overpass in some dark city with towering apartment buildings on three sides and two supports of the overpass in front of me. There was only one way to go, slightly to the left.

As I changed gears to drive forward, as opposed to reverse, I noticed a grisly man with a musky beard and a thick eyebrows and a sweat-stained earthy colored shirt walking toward me while flicking me off.

I hate being flicked off, its just a symbol, but its a symbol of judgement. And dont get me started about judgement. AAFGHGgghh. Not fun stuff. This dude didnt know me! So I wanted nothing to do with him.

I inched forward to see if it had something to do with my landing, and sure enough, I had apparently landed on a homeless person's tent. He had died and there were a half circle of people of all economic statuses (maybe 8 people) all staring at me while simultaneously flicking me off also.

Thus, I killed a man.