It’s late.
I’m awake.
You’re not.
I dreamt
I was racing down a quiet road
when just in view
a car crossed ahead of me
illegally
and it appeared
I was rushing towards it
with undue speed.

I tried to brake
or swerve
but it seemed
I was unable
to get away from the imminent explosion
between our vehicles.

I didn’t honk.
I don’t know why.
I cannot say why
it was so important
during this very important time
that my car remained silent
even as it sought to screech safely away
from the crash.

I woke up
before there was an imaginary accident
but I wonder what my dream means
and why
I won’t tell you of it
when you wake up.