I had two–TWO–car crash dreams last night. I have more of those than anyone else I’ve ever heard of.

One came as I woke up in the middle of the night, and rolled over to go back to sleep. It lasted for only a few minutes, but what it lacked in longevity, it more than made up for with its detail and brutality.

It’s the middle of winter, around midnight, and there’s snow and ice everywhere. There’s a frozen six-lane highway, with a hill and a cement retaining wall on the side of the road. A car starts to skid out of control, a Jeep SUV tries to avoid it by driving up onto the vertical retaining wall to pass, but instead lands on the roof of the first car, sending it skidding off the road. The Jeep spins wildly into the oncoming lane, causing a huge head-on collision with a convertible, which also crosses back into the opposite direction of traffic. Since it’s the middle of the night, there are few other cars on the road, so the convertible is free to slide for quite a while, until it is completely clobbered from behind by a tractor-trailer, which showers a huge puddle of steaming oil and gas all over the frozen highway.

The second dream I don’t recall, but I do remember that it was very long, and that the car crashes only happened in the very beginning of the dream, and then the rest of the story took place.