I got vivid dreams as a child. These dreams would be nightmares and in these horrific fantasies, I was either driving a car or getting chased by a character similar to Freddie Krueger. The dreams where I drove a car were mostly at ages eight or nine, maybe seven or six (I can't recall). I remember forcefully waking up in cold sweat after crashing my vehicle on roads filled with Indian traffic. My breaks would fail or I wouldn't know what pedals to press. Finally, my car would rear end another car in front of me. As I died in my dream--with a fast beating heart and the alertness of a child--I'd wake up in reality. The irony is from driving drunk 20 years later in bcity. It takes two bottles of soju, a couple Moscow mules, and a long island ice tea to make your dreams into reality.
