I cannot control these dreams any more than I can control reality.

Sometimes I dream I am behind the wheel of an out of control car, windshields are covered in rain, the brakes won't work.

Every time I am in that car, I either careen off the road, over a cliff edge,  into a crowd, or into a wall.

No matter how hard I pull that E-brake, It's always too late. I am going too fast to stop the events in motion and the inevitable end of the line.