You're a dream to me.

There's absolutely no damage, to me or the car, which makes the whole thing kind of surreal.

It was really serious, what happened, yet there's no evidence of it. I'm extremely grateful there was no damage, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, some damage would have made the whole thing more real, less dismissable. That was some crazy luck I had.

I know it's silly, but...sometimes I'm finding myself wondering if maybe I was really hurt and I'm in a coma or something, or worse, and I just don't know it. I've thought about lucid dreams in the past; everyone's woken up from dreams they were so certain were real until they had true reality to compare it with, but I was always sure I'd know the difference by the sort of distant fog that's always present in a dream. The funny thing is, when I think about it now, I can't be certain there isn't an odd unrealness to the world.

I know I'm just overthinking, and I just try not to think about it most of the time, but it's still unnerving. It's another one of those things that would be easier to dismiss were there actually some evidence of an accident.

Whee, I'm insane.