Sometimes, when i'm driving at 70mph down the interstate i can see a deer jump out of nowhere and plow into the front end of my car giving me no time to swerve. It crushes my bumper and hood as it rolls up and back over the front end of my car shattering the front windshield with its antlers that eventually pin my head to the headrest of my seat right through the middle of my face like tacking paper to corkboard, only paper doesn't bleed or make that squishy brain or cracking bone sound...and then i realize i'm still just driving down the road, but with a death grip on the steering wheel and extremely tense shoulders...
Sometimes, when i'm laying down at night facing my daughter in bed trying to fall asleep with just inches between our noses, I can see her face come alive by the waking red eyes of some demonic and unhuman creature with curled foaming lips, growling vocals, and two rows of tiny, pointed teeth that lunge foward to feed off my features just inches away, and i yank her off and throw her across the bed only to roll off into the floor in terror unable to make it to the door before she leaps onto my back to finish feeding...and then i realize i'm still just laying there watching her beautiful face while she sleeps, but i'm still pretty freaked out have to turn and face the other way...
Sometimes, when i'm walking to my car alone at 2am after spending hours on an art project due at 8am the next morning, I can see a large black guy, a college football student or something, with a thick leather UCA jacket on and wearing dreds come running at me from outta the shadows so he can pull me into one of the many bushes we have around campus in order to rape me from behind so he can rip and bleed me out with his oversized endowment while one of his giant hands wraps round both my wrists at the small of my back and his other covers my screams from the front. he finishes, beats me to death and runs off with my purse...and then i realize i've made it to my car safely, i get in and lock my doors as fast as i can...
I have many other thoughts like this, most of them have to do with stuff happening to me while i'm in the car...and i can't figure out quite where they come from and why I have them, and i often wonder if other people have thoughts like this too or if i'm just a weirdo. i don't mean specifically my thoughts, but i wonder if other constantly worry about shit happenin to them to. Why can't i relax on the interstate? Even when there are no other cars around me, i'm still afraid of some freak accident. and where they hell does demon baby come from? and why is it always a young black stocky football playerish lookin guy i see coming to rape and mug me...why not a tall skinny white crackhead? don't know. these things just pop into my head. and why am i scared all the time? it'd be nice for once not to worry...
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This is an interesting little bit. I think about crazy stuff as I drive and I plot contingency plans as i drive. I think you do alot of the cliche' "telling instead of showing"...you could make this alot better if you take it out of first-person I think. Also actually have these events happen...flesh out each scene and then find a clever way to segway it back into the car....you can do it you just gotta figure it out.
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