Stupid brain...

So last night I had a freakish dream. I was driving my new 2 door white sports car through a forest trying to get somewhere. Apparently 90mph is not that fast is sports cars since I saw my spedometer and thought, I could so go faster. After all I was trying to track down someone's possum. Right. Well, I am driving along and all of a sudden I swerve to miss... a freaking jaguar. Not the car, the animal. So as I am swerving I note that the grass is wet with dew and obviously this is going to make me spin out of control. Then I note that my seatbelt is not on. Knowing that I will be thrown out of the vehicle and die if I don't have it on, I reach to click my belt. But of course you can't do that in "real time" and everything becomes slow motion. I have to pull really hard to get my seatbelt on and just as I click it I see the front end of my car barely miss a tree as I spin out of control. I shut my eyes waiting for impact just listening to my breathing. Breahting and a heartbeat. All dramatic like. Then black.


I open my eyes and there is an EMT over me, poking me in the eye. I know what is going on, but I can't speak. When she pokes me I flinch and they rejoice that I am still alive. I also have a 12-lead hooked up already. I am all hot and sweaty, obviously because I crashed in the jungle and it is hot and humid, which would explain the jaguar. I look out my driver door and there is another one of my EMTs. She is putting a tourniquet on my left arm and tells me I have an open fracture. I can talk at this point, but I don't know what changed that made me able to talk. Then I asked her if it was radial or ulnar. She didn't answer just looked at my like I was a ghost.

Then I woke up. Sweating like a fat kid in dodgeball with my left arm wrapped under my body and so numb I couldn't feel it.

Still, can you explain the jaguar? Really?

Another piece of evidence that I am whacked in the head.