I woke up in a scream.

An old man’s dream fell on that terrible flyover again.

A drop of sweat dripped from my forehead, looking at the bathroom mirror, I saw my hair wetly on my forehead. I shook my head vigorously, and I had to forget everything in my dream.

Crossing the bridge again slowly, like slow motion. I looked up subconsciously. The old man in the dream was smiling at me, and then he jumped off the flyover. I hadn’t had time to apply the brake. He had fallen on my front windshield.

I closed my eyes at once.

No sound of heavy objects falling down.

The moment when it is opened and closed again is only a moment. The bloody car accident I expected did not appear, only a leaf fell on my front windshield. And as the wind rolls down from my car.
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I looked at the rearview mirror strangely, everything was normal, the car was still stuck in a long line.

I’m still sweating. I feel like I have an illusion. This illusion has gone through several times in front of my eyes. Every time I dreamed of the first overpass in the afternoon, the old man must be there.

Such a scene appeared for the seventh time, and I was numb to the old man who committed suicide. The clear autumn finally passed, and the cold haze gradually occupied the sky.

The scene in my dream again, I have become insensitive, without slow speed, while I rushed through at a high speed, I felt a shadow falling off the bridge, I instinctively turned to the right and the car crashed into a running Alto car. The car rolled over a few times and lay there with my face up. I stopped the car and quickly unbuckled my seat belt. Charged to that car…

Blood flowed down the car. After a while, both the police car and the ambulance came, and the police pulled me aside to understand the situation. After turning the car over, the ambulance staff got the people out and saw the driver who was no longer angry. I slumped on the ground…

The driver was the one on the flyover with a smile Old man.