The dream I have had most often, since I was young in fact, involves a horrifically violent death in a car. I even wrote a poem about it once, way back on 24th November 1997. Here it is:
Most Recurring Dream
Under the shroud of night
Wearing a cloak of blood
Shards of glass scattered about
Trapped in this mechanical tomb
One arm twisted against the window
The other folded into my smashed chest
My final breath a gasp of pain
But not of surprise
Eyes open staring ahead lifelessly
I am wrapped tightly by these blankets of steel
The final sound was metal on metal
Broken at last
Yes, I know that's not exactly pleasant, but what can you do? The brain comes up with what it comes up with. Also, of course, driving (or riding) in cars is extremely unsafe, and worse when there are impaired drivers about, which there often are.
It's about that time where I link to a song that is relevant to dreams... how about this one?
That song is great. Of course, that's not the album with the cover art that most closely matches the particular horrific dream I describe above. (That would be Do the Collapse, which is probably my personal favorite GBV album.)
Sometimes I wonder if it's a symptom of my depressed state that a dream this macabre would keep turning up again and again.