Some time my worst dreams are driving. Usually, I want to go to sleep during these dreams. They are reaccuring dreams. The same winding road. In the dark. Puzzling. I'm alone.
In the city the streets are cobbled. It feels foreign to me. But I have this urge to get away. To drive away from my miserable life...into the unknown.
So I drive until I'm out of the city. But I get sleepy. My eyes barely open. My senses barely alive.
And then it happens. The convertable sputters. There is no hope. I catch myself spotlighting the graveyard ...like glowing eyes, head stones.
The car quits.
My heart starts in another gear. I'm not sure what to do.
I try to start the car. But nothing. It's dead.
And then the men come ..I can hear them mumbling. Though I can't make out who they are...
I don't know what they want. I just want to stay awake. I fight it. Thinking I'll give in. I'll do whatever they want.
