I just have to blog, else I'll leave my room pratically a mute on Thursday thanks to one solid day of solitude in my room being a hermit.
In my last post I recounted a nightmare of some sort, where in that (geeky / nerdy) dream I was an electrophile about to be
ATTACKED by some nucleophile. A friend asked me how the nucleophile looked like in the dream. Err, well, it looked just like how chemists (like us) usually draw an amine. Yea, that big pair of looming lone pair was present too.
In the middle of the night last night my imagination took over that sleepy mind of mine again. Like that electrophile dream, I woke up remembering the entire dream clearly.
Two guys and a girl were with me in a car, and we went disguised as negotiators to some mysterious place trying to expose some syndicate. The entrance was at the very top of a very steep slope, so imagine our car tilted back as my friend parked at the "security inspection" sign. After all the identification frenzy we were told to wait.
Something seemed to have gone wrong.
At the precise moment we decided to just back out and leave, but the brake seemed to not function. I heard my friend, the driver, yelled "OH SHIT!". The whole car, as if being pushed by a mighty invisible hand, slipped down the slope at high velocity.
There was nothing anyone of us could do inside the car.
After what seemed to be a millenium passed, the car changed direction as it hit the road dividers. Instead of slipping backwards, our car was maneuvered 180 degress and then we could clearly see what lay ahead. The slope hasn't ended, and we were still falling, but this time, forward.
That's when I started screaming. So was my girlfriend at the rear passenger seat. A mega-sized truck was coming out from a junction ahead and because the brakes could offer no deceleration, at the speed we were dashing downhill, it was a sure car-crash in no time. You know how big the inertias of such megatrucks are, and you know how difficult it is for them, and for us, to stop completely out of emergency. Emergency braking was plainly not an available option for both of us.
Then things blurred, road dividers left the ground, and the megatruck looked inverted for a short moment of time. My girlfriend and I were thrown all around the interior of the car as it swang left and right, banging into obstacles of various sizes along the way. My friend was hurt, her head hit against the window and she bled.
Friction finally brought our car to a stop. Trees were no longer a blur. The megatruck stopped successfully at a distance too. Audible voices were heard, but I could not process any words. The guys came around and carried us out of the vehicle. It was so wretched.
And I woke up. I wasn't in a wretched car.
But I never went back to sleep, until 8am where the sun was bright, telling me I'm safe from harm. The next thing I knew, it was already 11.
