I used to have several dreams about how I would die. I can remember three in which I was shot and one in which my mom and I ran head-on into a semi truck while driving to a marching band rehearsal. I always woke up before dying.
I know that this dream was significantly longer than what I can remember, and I don't remember which night I had it.
All I remember was that I was driving, and something happened that made me swerve into the other lane of oncoming traffic. There was a large black pick-up truck speeding towards me and at the second of the impact, I woke up.
This time I just startled awake. Last time, with the semi, I saw this bright white light and felt a force pulling me upwards. I had several seconds of panic, thinking about not wanting to die and saying goodbye to the my family and scary stuff like that, then I finally snapped awake.
But this time it was just an impact, then awakening.
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