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Last night I had a dream that I was driving down an unpaved road in the dead of night. It had just rained so the ground was damp and my hands, like most of the time, were ice cold. The only colors that were able to filter into my eyes were the colors of the overgrown greenery, the brown of the mud and the black of the night. I slowed my car when came upon a huge white sign that was placed right in the middle of the road. In black bold letters it said "ROAD CLOSED". My brow lowered in disbelief because this was a heavily used road. I wondered why they would ever completely close it down when it had only been drizzling. That's when my eyes glanced over a spatter of blood just below the sign. I followed the trail to a enormous puddle. Soon I was examining individual puddles on the side of the hill, 20 feet before the sign and right in front of me. I saw a pair of headlights down the hill on the left side of the road. A tan colored Chevy Blazer was tattered and torn and someone had obviously been injured. I knew in my head with all this blood that they were, in fact, gone forever.