one of many dreams last night:
i was driving a large RV rented by my parents. i was the only one in it, i think i was supposed to be running errands.
i was driving down I-4 in orlando when the RV became too hard to control. i couldn't steer correctly and the brakes weren't working. my first thought was, i'm gonna crash and my dad is gonna be pissed. i should have never tried to drive this thing.
after struggling with keeping it in one lane of traffic, it became apparent that i would indeed crash. killing myself and possibly others.
and there i was, fighting to keep the RV from veering off the highway or into other lanes of traffic, contemplating the fact that i would soon be dead. it was incredibly eery. i thought about whether or not i was ready to die. i didn't panic, it was more of an... ok, so this is what's going to happen. i'm going to die. suck it up.
and then i woke up.