The Red Car

When I was little, like too young to communicate, I began to have these night terror dreams that my mother would have to struggle to wake me from. When I was old enough to describe the dreams, they stopped. They went like this....

I can see myself in the rear view mirror as an adult, mid to late 30's maybe very early 40's. The hood of the car is stop sign red. There are people in the car I care deeply about, possibly my family. I can not see them, but know they are there. Suddenly I loose control of the car and we spin out of control off the side of the road going down.... the dream ends as the accident is happening, with me knowing I was dead and terrified for those in the car who needed me to live.
This accident scene only lasts for about 10 seconds, then repeats over and over and over until I would wake up terrified and screaming.

When I told my mom what the dreams where about, she freaked out. Turns out that before she knew she was pregnant with me.... outside of a store, a complete stranger came up to her and very seriously told her she would have a daughter that would die in a car crash.

Because of these dreams, I have never owned a red car. I drove 1 red car and the hood popped up at 65 miles per hour. The other red car I was in that is the same color as my dream, went end over end side over side down a mountain.

Even if I have to WALK.... I refuse... I repeat...... No matter what anyone says or how strangely you look at me... I REFUSE TO GET IN ANOTHER RED CAR -EVER. TRUST YOUR DREAMS!

And in all honesty... THIS is what is fucking with me the most Post-Accident!




All three of us walked away with scratches and bruises. Almost lost us..... but HELL NO WE WON'T GO!
Puff puff pass my friends and enjoy life!
So this is what I remember happened. I was sleeping in the back passenger side of the car. Thurlow was in front of me. Thurlow said that he could see South Park Music Festival in the middle of the field to the left. Looked fucking awesome.
Then we figured out we missed the turn. So Roger does a u turn and somehow as we are going forward the right tire jeered right and I saw what was coming next. I tucked into a ball protecting my brain.
We went end over end and side over side for 100 -150 feet off the mountain. Car ended up stuck on a tree half way down the mountain....facing the opposite direction then when we started to roll.
If it had not stuck it was another 200 foot roll with no trees. We all were able to get out of the car. Thurlow received a concussion and bruised jaw. Roger is scraped, cut and bruised all over. I have bruises all on my left side from the cooler.

According to the crash inspector, the right front tire blew out after the u-turn, which caused the whole accident. No one was under the influence or driving reckless. Bad timing on the tires part!

Shit happens....Tuck n roll bitches!