The ride into the night !

“Ah this is a cherry on top of the day that I’ve had”. I complained to myself as I was walking down five flights of stairs since the elevator was out of order. In a few minutes I reached the parking lot followed by the highway. Ignoring the dangerous stuff, there are actually two pretty good things about riding a bike at night by yourself. One is the night breeze that gently caresses your face. The other being low to no traffic and I specifically chose this one route which has the least traffic in the city and just kept riding aimlessly. I love going for long rides when things seem bad. I just like the calmness of the long undisturbed and peaceful night rides.

These were the last few activities that I remember as I was slingshot through all these dream montages.

I tired assessing them. To find a pattern or any other clues as to what was happening. But all I knew was that this wasn’t just any ordinary dream and these seem too realistic to be a random dream.
In the current dream right now I was 5 years old and walking down this street. I reach a small shop and get a kite. I seem so very happy. I wonder how long has it been since I felt that and as I grab on to the kite I’m thrown into this other dream where I look like I’m around 3 and crying under the sheets snot filled. I hear loud voices of two people from the other room. As the voices intensifies I’m pushed into another dream where it looks like I’m again walking down a small street. I have company this time. Looks like it’s my first love. Oh I remember this. We have our first kiss here. Right when we kiss I’m shot into another dream where my eyes were covered by someone’s hands. As I manage to pry open the hands I see my first bicycle infront of me. This was my 9th birthday. As I rush to the cycle the world crumbles and me along with it and is reshaped into an auditorium. I’m running towards it for some reason. I get in to see a huge crowd of faceless people sitting and listening to this almost bald guy. Right ! This was my college orientation day. The scene started reshaping to me getting yelled at by someone, some lady… it was my mother. She was yelling at me for stealing money from her purse. I looked away and suddenly I was wet all over. I was surrounded by water and I was drowning. I managed to peddle and push my way to the surface. It was my first day of my swimming class where I was mistook for a kid who had several lessons and was asked to jump into the water without a tube. As I was about to get out of the pool, I slipped and fell and as I got up there were two huge behemoths in front of me. I remember this. This was the first fist fight that I had. I got my dress torn. As I was pushed into the next one something felt off. The lights seem to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each dream and the details within the dream seems to be fading off the dream continued for a bit until it was only darkness. I had no voice, no vision or heard any sound. It felt as if I could finally rest now after all the years of running behind something.
Right then I felt a sharp pain which started in my chest and it ran throughout the body. Then I could feel someone hitting my chest over and over again. But I’m unable to open my eyes or move or yell to stop it. Another wave of pain ran through my body this time I got my vision back. I got my vision and senses back to see the blinding lights of vehicles around and several people seem to have gathered around and were having some serious discussions on one side and on the other I can see these strange masked people with wires and stuff looks like they were the ones close enough to be hitting me. I wanted to yell at them or push them aside but of no help I lost my vision again. This time I was taken back to this night, the more recent bike ride. As I was cruising through the night I suddenly see a bright light moving towards me at a high speed from the opposite lane of the road. Looks like the driver lost control of the car. Now I remember. The car hit me! I was thrown up in the air.
Oh so now I get what’s happening. My brain is having this sudden surge of neural activity due to the imminent shutdown of my body. Maybe this is like a last resort or a defense mechanism of my body trying to overcome imminent death or maybe it is genetically programmed to keep our mind busy during the most distressing moment of our lives, death! I used to wonder if we see our whole life play out at our final moments. But it looks like we get only the important moments and unfortunately it looks like my time is up before my moments could finish playing out. Now that I’ve reached the end of the line, I wonder what happens next…