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in my dream i was driving and though i couldn’t remember drinking, i knew i was too drunk, and i miscalculated the curve on an interstate ramp and i slowly lost control of the car. but as i was slipping away, my brain kept trying to keep me awake and conscious, lights and shapes expanded and stretched into long, sloppy lines, but i felt as though i were sinking and nothing hurt, but without even the feeling of consciousness, i understood that i had died.  and for a very long time it felt, i slept without thought until i woke up to a headache.