Tonight I dreamt I was driving a car downhill. But at a very tight turn the car slided and broke the barrier and fell down the cliff. It felt so real, the freefall sensation on my body, I hoped to die instantly, and wondered what I would feel like when passing away, and I closed my eyes, trying to relax and prepare for it...
After a few seconds:
> Ehi, how fucking long does it take for a car to fall down a cliff? How much high it was to begin with? I'm falling since 10 seconds, so considering ½gt² it's being more or less 500 meters...
After that I opened my eyes and realized it was a dream. In fact I was barefoot in a line full of people waiting at a library for the opening where I could get the new book from a famous writer. That looked the reality I wanted to live.