Last night I dreamt of a pale green Audi-quite an expensive car.
The Audi drove on a road a little elevated above another, crossing, road.
Those of you who've stayed with me will know that cars in my dreams are generic four-wheeled vehicles almost exclusively. When they aren't, it means something more than a dream is afoot.
In this dream, a man was flung out of the car onto the crossing road below, where he was hit by something else. I woke in horror as I saw his arms and legs separated from his body and blood fountained into the air.
Meanwhile, this was happening only a few kilometres from my sleeping body.
I still have no satisfactory mechanism to explain why I - infrequently - get these intimations. I think that I should stop looking for them. They just are, self-demonstrating.
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