When I was a kid, I used to have the same nightmare over and over. There were a few variations and slight differences, but they always played out similarly.

I would be in the street, typically at night. Nobody else would be around, and no cars were on the road, but I would have very oppressively uneasy feeling from which I couldn't escape. It was like something was very wrong...

Then, in the distance, I would see a car turn into the street, and the headlights point right at me. I knew I needed to get out of the street and to get out of the way of the car, so I would start to move towards the curb. And though I could walk, it was impossible to get out of the street... almost as if something were holding me back, but nothing was. The car would also get closer and closer, but it would never hit me. The feeling of panic and fear would just keep getting stronger, and the car would keep coming straight towards me... there was nothing I could do.

Then the slight uneasy feeling would grow to fear and then just short of utmost terror... and I'd panic until I finally would wake up...

It scarred the shit outta me as a kid.

What did it mean? Thinking about it years after I realized maybe it was my fear of something I felt was inevitable or unavoidable... but what? Who knows, maybe it was just random synapses firing in my brain.

The dream itself wasn't that scary, but it was the feelings associated with it that felt just real enough to really freak me out as a kid.

I haven't had a nightmare like that for years, but I still remember it very vividly. I guess it was just something I outgrew maybe.

Weird stuff, huh?