The Savannah River Nightmare

I've had this dream that reoccurs every so often, but I've had it since I was six years old.


I am in a blue car. Sometimes I'm with people, but this time I was by myself. I am driving down Gordon Highway in Augusta trying to make it to North Augusta. As I'm driving across the Savannah River bridge, I look down and think that's quite a fall. Then, another car, out of nowhere, hits me and noses me to the edge of the bridge. My car breaks through the guard rail and I scream.

The car plunges downward. It feels like I'm falling for hours. It's like time stops. I can't breath or move. I'm thrown against my seat with tremendous force. Then, the car smashes into the water and I hit my head hard on the steering wheel. The car starts to fill up with water. I can't get out of my seat belt. I fumble and struggle to get out of the car. Finally, the seat belt is off but the car has sunk quickly and is now filling up with water. I try opening the door. No good. I try breaking the glass window. It won't break. The car is still filling up with water.

I try to kick the window hoping there's enough pressure to crack it. There isn't.

The car is almost full of water. I'm swallowing air at the tiny pocket at the top of the car.

I'm still trying to kick the window open but it won't budge. I'm almost at the bottom of the river now. Finally, the car is full of water and I can't breathe.

I die.