J, the Girlie and I were headed off to work and school, respectively. I was driving. I was in a lane that was quickly turning into an exit only. I looked ahead and it was completley unfinished. All rock, dirt and broken concrete. I tried to brake but couldn’t – the brakes had gone out. It was liking pushing against air. We went over one rise and suddenly we were upside down, doing some mad Mtn. Dew commercial car roll-over. We skidded the last few feet on the roof of the car.

And then we were in either an insurance claims office or a car rental place. They were evidently celebrating something as they had a *huge* buffet table out. It was piled high with cheeseburgers and something that was shaped like Cheese-Poufs – but was colored (and tasted like, my dreaming self knew) Fruit Loops. J, the Girlie and I kept eyeing the buffet table wondering if we could have any of it. And then J got to talking to one of the agents there. He described the wreck in detail. The guy seemed skeptical until J mentioned the lack of brakes. Mechanical failure! The agent and several of his friends decided to go out the site of the accident. They wanted us to come along. I was nervous but agreed to go.
And then I woke up.