Last night

I was driving my car, it was winter, it was dark, I am not sure if it was night or not. I was pulling out of a parking spot. As I pulled out I lost control of my car, perhaps because of ice, and slammed into three cars that were parked next to me, I drove away. I went to turn left onto a street and turned my steering wheel left, but my car did not follow and I slammed into a wall. I put my car in reverse to back up and a car slammed into the side going rather fast. I was spinning in the middle of the street and a car nailed me coming from the other direction. I got out of the car and walked back to school. Nothing existed past my immediate location, the only cars around were the ones I hit or that hit me, the only wall was the one I hit, and it was not attached to a building at all, the road only existed as a road and the path I walked to school only existed as a snowy strip of ground nothing lined them, but darkness. It was a relatively short walk and I was not cold, I never entered a building or walked up to my room, I never touched a door, I just walked until my room materialized around me. Nothing in my room was a real color, or shape. I told my roommate what happened. She said that it was no big deal her parents were in town they would buy us dinner. This gave me relief for some reason. Her parents had been some of the people who smashed into my car and were no longer willing to buy us dinner, they ignored all of our phone calls. I said it was no big deal I would simply call my dad. I called him and got an answering machine message, "I have moved far far away," and than circus music started to play. I threw my phone at the window and the entire wall shattered but there was not a view of the parking lot, as normal, but an intense and vast nothing. The floor was slanted toward the gaping hole that was once our wall. Everything in the room began to slide towards the abyss along with me, my roommate was no longer around. As I slid towards the nothing I felt no fear and I did not try to fight it. I slid standing up towards it. When I reached it I did not fall, I just floated there suspended with the contents of my room, the building that I was once contained in was gone, but it never disappeared it was more like it didn't exist outside of itself. There was a giant hour glass now and I was standing on a black and white checkered floor, that somehow burst into existence with no logical transition, or recognition from me, it was as though I expected it, I mean I have seen it before. All of my things were gone. I stood standing on a black square, as I always did, staring at the hour glass, the sand was not slowly falling, but swirling around in a tornado, then I heard the word failure, but not in a voice, more like in an emotion, in fact it was less like hearing the word and more like feeling the word. Not feeling like a failure necessarily, but feeling the word as though it was spoken inside of me, and then the hour glass shattered in a kind of eerie slow motion, and the shards of glass were sucked in like an implosion and as they started to head out in all directions it was as if they almost froze mid air. As time caught up with them a huge gust of wind knocked me off my feet. I wake up, panting, sweating, and cold.