I was driving back home at night time and I was thinking about really deep shit as I often do when driving by myself and I remembered when I was driving my friend from Sheffield to Lincoln for Christmas and nearly hitting a car who stopped VERY abruptly in front of me but I somehow managed to swerve round without hitting the oncoming lorry in the other lane (thank god for small Nissan Micras).
Anyway I started thinking, what if I actually died on that night but just chose to block it out and everything since then has been a really boring dream, sort of like Bruce WIllis in The Sixth Sense? Just as I thought about that, I could swear that I felt the back of my seat PUSH forwards - as if someone was behind me!
This freaked me right the fuck out. Was there a murdering psychopath sat right behind me? I couldn’t look behind me and check as I was doing 80 on the M1! It kept happening - what do I do?! For about 5 minutes I was genuinely scared, even though I knew deep down that I was being incredibly irrational and that in actually I was perfectly safe. I think if it weren’t for this part of my brain telling me to think logically and not like a lunatic, I would have HAD to look behind my seat, taking my eyes off the road and probably causing an accident.
Oh my! I hope I never lose that rationality and become an actually mental person.
