This is probably a strange question – but it’s based on a dream I had recently. I was standing in a parking lot that had a very clear veiw of the Interstate. Cars, trucks and an inordinate number of charter buses were whizzing by at too fast a speed (as usual). I found myself cringing every time a vehicle waited too long to apply brakes and slow down. Each time, the drivers barely escaped rear-ending the vehicle in front of them.
I found the entire situation stressful, made worse by the lack of care or interest by those who were with me.
Then, suddenly, one charter bus slammed into the back of an 18 wheeler and exploded, followed immediately by another bus slamming into the back of that one and so on and so on until the wreckage and fireball began to grow outward, approaching our little parking lot. We began to run away to escape the blast.
It was all quite terrifying, made even more so by my feeling of utter helplessness. This dream so disturbed me that I could not go back to sleep. Though we ran from the area immediate to the destruction, there wasn’t an overwhelming sense that I could die. I suppose my confusion is as to why this dream was so very scary? Is it the loss of life? My helplessness? The lack of concern? The recklessness in the way people were moving along on the highway? Does this mean deep down I’m a control freak?