Haunted by a dream

Haunted by a dream

A dream I had some time ago seems set to haunt me.  I am slumped over, leaning against a small piece of tarmac, a pedestrian island in the middle of five lanes of cars all moving extremely fast, zooming fluidly and confidently along the motorway of their lives.  I am crouching down, just barely seated on a concrete refuge in the middle of all that zooming, and there is no-where for me to go.  My face is bashed and bruised, and my spectacles are crooked, broken.  I must have...