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Dreamt I was at stopped an intersection in the Prius, under a freeway, which exited onto a two-lane circular ramp leading to the lane opposite me.  (I’ve not been very confident of my writing skills lately, having struggled with a paper on security that might’ve been a work of art in better times, so this description will have to do.)  Two trailer trucks came down it, and I could tell that the one on the inside was traveling faster than it should, revving its engine in race car fashion.  In the split second that it careened into the other but before tipping over, I looked to my right and saw the street empty for an escape; instead my reaction was to flick the shifter into reverse.  The large cab was already on its side and sliding at me, and my thoughts went from what damage the car might suffer on top of its current scrapes to the likelihood that I would survive this one–in that order, too, and not exclusively.  And before I could decide on backing up to avoid either, it tumbled again into the air, sailing over me and the overpass.

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