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Crash on OlesonfritzFeb 2, 2010

I'm driving my Subaru, with Natasha in the passenger seat. We're listening to a mix of "Burning Inside" which I created some time ago, but it has a synth intro from "Somebody Put Something in my Drink", that I don't remember creating, and I like it. We're so attentive to it that I almost cause an accident coming from Miles Court onto Oleson Road. I overshoot the stop, coming into the path of a car coming from my left in the close lane, and have to swerve onto the left shoulder of the road to avoid a collision.

After the car passes, I drive south on Oleson Road to the curve by the park, which is sharper in the dream than in real life. There are two cars parked in a strange way, almost blocking the road, and my first thought is that they've barely left me enough room to get through, and then I realize that they've just come to rest after a crash, and the dust is still settling. I pull up and stop between them, all three cars side-by-side in the curve. We both jump out and I bark to Natasha to call 911 as I come up to the passenger side of the dark-colored minivan.

The window is broken out, and the girl in there is bloody. She's wearing a beautiful blue dress as if on the way to a party, but it's wrecked and nearly falling off and exposing her. I ask her if she's ok, and she says no, reaching down her chest to her stomach and trying laboriously to describe her symptoms through a bloody mouth.

"No details!" I interrupt, "Are you awake? And not bleeding hard out of anywhere? The..." - I fumble for the right term - "... emergency personnel will be here, the ambulance will be here in just five minutes. Will you be ok that long? Ok, just relax and stay put, you're going to be just fine. You're all awake? Ok, you're going to be just fine."

The passenger and driver and heavy-set girl in the back seem injured, but stable and alive, hearing me and responding appropriately. I run around the back to go to the other car; somehow I have the impression that there is one man in there. As I come around the back of the minivan, Natasha is there looking through the rear hatch window, and has apparently said something funny that made the injured girls laugh.

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