Usually I can't remember my dreams but ever now and then I have this same reoccouring(don't know if I spelt it right) dream. I'm alway's in my car and I'm on a street in a city that is near me. I'm sitting at a red light when an old, white Mustang pulles up beside me and guns it's engine. When the light turns green I start racing it and everything is going fine for awhile untill I wreck for some unknown reason and my car starts flipping in the air and rolling on the ground. The whole time it's like I'm looking through my eyes up untill that point. After I wreck it's like I'm looking through 3rd person. I see the ambulance and my dad pull up and I'm in the car bleeding to death. I see my dad holding me and crying over me and then I wake up. I never see myself die but I'm alway's on the verge of it. It's really strange and all I can get out of it is that if a white Mustang ever want's to race me, I'm sure as hell not going to do it. Wierd huh?

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