This morning I had a car crash dream. Truth be told, it was an almost crash, rather than an actual crash. But still.

Kelly and I were going somewhere on the freeway; she was driving, and I was in the passenger seat. I was turned to talk to her, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a big SUV veering crazily all over the road behind us. I turned all the way around in my seat and reached into my bag to grab my camera, but I wasn’t able to get it in time. The SUV was heading for the ditch, and I wanted to see what was going to happen.

It careened off the road, and it cleared the ditch, but slammed into the retaining wall on the right. It ricocheted off the wall and when it hit the edge of the ditch, flew about 20 feet in the air. It landed right in front of another speeding car that was traveling in the same direction, but the SUV bounced again, and the other car narrowly missed it. The SUV miraculously landed on its wheels and continued in its original direction, and didn’t appear to be any worse for wear. The occupants continued on their way, smiling and waving as they passed all the other cars, including ours.

Weird. And–somewhat surprisingly–not gruesome, like the majority of my other car crash dreams have been.