Psalm, a dear friend of mine, and I were in a car headed somewhere--there was a purpose, a fixed destination. It was night time and we were in the same SUV together.
It had to have been the Fourth of July because as we were on our way together, we saw fireworks go off. When my friend saw the fireworks, I could tell she missed being at home, so she decided--and I encouraged her--to drive to her home and let us drop her off there so she could be with her family. It was understood that Psalm and I would then go on in the car ourselves, heading for our previous destination.
So she took another road than the one we were on, heading for her house. The road was full of mini-hills and valleys, and the farther we drove, the taller the hills got and the faster the car went. It began to feel like a roller coaster ride--to the point where I would be thrown up, off my seat, head nearly hitting the roof of the car. It wasn't, in itself, "scary," but as we continued, and the hills and "roller coaster feel" continued, I got an uneasy feeling.
Then, as we topped the last hill, we all realized the road had ended and we, in the car, began the long, life-ending descent to the bottom of this huge cliff. I could see the bottom, hundreds of feet below, and knew the inevitable had come.
On the way down, Psalm and I had an out-of-body experience--we were suspended, outside of the car, watching the car and our physical bodies make the descent to the canyon floor below.
And then I woke up.
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