May 29, 2012 at 20:29:49
“I'm walking with my daughters in a parking lot, I've taken them to Starbucks for an early morning treat. It's really early in the morning, like 5:00. It's in the winter, so it's still dark. The parking lot is full, though. Suddenly a car backs up and hits my oldest daughter, and immediately I know she's dead. I buckle and scream, and no sound comes out, I can't take the grief.
In another, I'm outside on a street I know. People drive way too fast down that street in real life and it bothers me because it's close to a school zone. In the dream, a car speeds down the street towards me and hits a child I don't know while I'm standing there, powerless to do anything to stop it. She dies.”