I was driving down a country road in the afternoon. I had a truck in front of me and behind me. The truck in front of me blew a tire and started swerving out of control, at the same time the truck behind me started swevering out of control. The truck in front started flipping and I was some how able to navigate around it. I had a baby boy in the back seat (I have 2 sons and a daughter but none are a baby) and I reached back and placed my hand on his chest while trying to get around the flipping car. The truck hit a pole and the doors flew off. I pulled over to the shoulder and took my baby out and placed him on a drain grate in the grass to make sure he was okay. He fell asleep and I sat next to him in the grass and watched as emergency services came. Then my best friend appeared out of nowhere, she told me she was worried and she had seen the accident. She checked me and the baby and said we needed to go help. The man in the truck had died and pieces of his body were all over the road. I reluctantly agreed, grabbed my baby and a man stopped us. He said we shouldnt go and offered us a giant jar of pickles. Then I woke up.
I was never scared or worried. I felt totally calm and in control during the accidents. I knew I could navigate around them.
