I could hear the rain pounding the roof of the car, could hear the water splashing up the sides of the vehicle. I could feel the icy air as the air conditioner tried to warm up the inside of the car, could feel the tyres slipping and sliding along the road. I could see the trees flashing past as the cars lights lit them briefly, could see the mist that was the result of the hard falling rain. I saw the edge. The car spun, sliding toward it. I screamed. The same old dream.