car accident

I'm in my car just exiting a freeway. I make a right and see a gas station on the left hand side that I need to go to. I get in the middle lane where I can turn. Unfortunately, there's a huge car in front of me just stopped so it's blocking my view from seeing oncoming traffic. I slowly pull my car out, enough so I can see oncoming traffic, and there are a lot of cars coming that way. It's not safe to turn yet. Finally, I feel like there's a chance for me to get to the gas station. I pull forward a little and I see a car speeding towards me.

It's a convertible car and the driver is a lady in her late 30's to mid 40's. She is clearly on her cell phone and she doesn't brake. I close my eyes and she crashes into me. I spin 180 degrees. I open my eyes to see if other cars are going to crash into me but I am still in the middle lane so no other cars are hitting me.

Somehow, the other driver and I end up at the gas station. I was about to be polite and nice but I see that she's being rude and yelling at me saying it was my fault. I yell back and tell her she was on her cell phone and that when the cops get here, they're going to agree with me. We go into the gas station to try and get a phone or something. We're shoving each other to get in and we're pushing each other even inside the store. She says something about having already called the cops.

It's now night time and the cops are still not here. I go outside where she is and I realize she hasn't called the cops at all, she was lying to me. I yell at her and tell her I'm going to call the cops. Somebody else must have called them because 2 cop cars pull up and all the eyewitnesses to our accident is already lined up for the cops to question them. The lady and I are still arguing and I realize that she's one of the women I know from River City Correctional facility. She didn't call the cops because she had just gotten out and is on probation, this would put her back in jail. I start crying when I realize that. I ask her what the maximum time would be for her to be in jail/prison if I report her to the cops--she tells me 4-5yrs. I don't know what to do but my car is totaled. I decide that I'm still going to tell the cops because I can't afford to pay this myself.

The cops line us up and separate people into groups. My boyfriend is with me. Some guy comes to us with a tape recorder and tells us to go and tell us what happened. Words won't come out of me and I try to hold in my tears. Finally, when I start to talk, this guy tells me my time is up.

"But I haven't told you my side of the story!!!!"
Guy: "Too bad, your time is up."

I start crying even more because now the other driver has a chance to win this case if they don't hear my side. The guy now points the tape recorder to my boyfriend. My boyfriend starts telling him how we exited the freeway and we got in the middle lane to turn and then he just stops talking. I yell at him to tell him what happened but my boyfriend is speechless. Then his time is up.

And then... I wake up.

meeting President Obama

I am in a banquet hall sort of place with President Obama, where kids are looking down at us on one side of the wall. He is joking around with me and we are laughing together. We go towards where the kids are and they all float up into the air in a shape of a pyramid. There's a photographer at the top and he's taking a picture at all of us from above. I'm next to President Obama and can't stop smiling. I'm taking a picture with President Obama!!

The photographer tries to take a picture but his camera does not seem to be working. I'm getting frustrated because I wanted to ask him for the picture. Another photographer appears out of nowhere next to him and starts taking pictures of all the kids and us. I see President Obama offering a cigarette to one of the kids and putting one in that boy's mouth. I go to him and say jokingly but seriously, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?!!" I take the cigarettes away from him and the kid and he laughs with me. I hit him jokingly on the back and he stuffs a cigarette in my mouth. I take it out and look at him as if he's crazy.

He starts walking away from me and I turn to someone besides me. He says that President Obama tried to give the cigarette to the boy so that THAT would make headlines in the news. This way everything else related to him that was much bigger news wouldn't be in the papers before the elections. I feel so disappointed and ashamed that I admired him so much before realizing he would be playing games and doing such things.

And then... I wake up.

stats always on my mind

I am in an elevator of a hotel lobby with a couple of my friends and some strangers. The door opens and my friends start walking out. This is the floor we need to get off. I have about 6-8 small bags and things to carry but none of my friends ask to help me. I walk out with the majority of it but when I try to go back into the elevator, the doors begin to close.

I panic! My stuff is still in there!! Some of the strangers on the elevator are able to get the rest of my things out of the elevator before the door closes. I follow my friends and it's not until a couple of hours later that I realize I am missing my bright peach bag, the one with my stats folder and notes in there [seriously? Can't I ever escape stats??!!].

I begin to worry and become really anxious. My breathing becomes heavy and quick. What am I going to do? We still have one more quarter left and I need my notes! None of my other friends have been taking notes in class, what am I going to do?!!

I go to the lobby and ask around, I search everywhere. I feel tears welling up in my eyes... all my hard work and it's all gone.

And then... I wake up.

Justin Timberlake dies in plane crash

I am sitting in front of my computer. I see that a friend has posted on Facebook or emailed me that Justin Timberlake just passed away. I am completely in shock. I start googling "Justin Timberlake" and immediately the phrase "dies in plane crash" appears.

I can't believe it. Is this real? He was so young! How could this be possible? He was such an icon from my generation [although I never was a huge N'Sync fan], could this really be true? I search other sites and they all state the same thing. Justin Timberlake's plane crashed and he died.

And then... I wake up.