after the accident he was referred to as smush face

from the evening of november 9, 2010

(warning : this isn't a very nice dream at all...it's kinda scary...or it was when I was dreaming it anyway)

I am driving down a highway, on a motorcycle, and for some reason I am really at ease with this. IRL I would be freaking out and worried and thinking that everyone else was thinking "why is that gay dude on a motorbike?". But in this dream, I am enjoying it thoroughly. I do have a question for you motorbikers out there...how do you drive on the highway without music? I would go bananas.

Suddenly, I have a blackout...almost like the dream stops, or pauses. Then I am awake and on the side of the road which is a very steep hill. My entire body is in pain. I realize I have been in an accident and I look around for my bike. It is literally ripped in half from slamming into a giant redwood. I feel my face, and it is mostly not there anymore. It is just some kind of partial pieces of what it was. I need to see it, but don't want to see it.

There are several other cars and people who have also been in an accident in the exact same spot on the highway. Bodies are strewn everywhere. Some of them dead, some of them screaming in agony.

I know I have to get to the exact spot of the accident so I can find out what has caused us all to go off the road, and I have to make sure that no one else is going to be hurt. Climbing up the hill is almost impossible because one of my legs isn't working so well, and my arms aren't doing a very good job of pulling me up the steep parts, but I know it's what I have to do.
THE END