Bad Dreams

God I hate bad dreams. I haven't had a really bad dream in months, but I had a doozie last night. I can't remember all of it, something about cars...but at the end a pickup truck came flying by and drove right thru an abandoned house. Everybody ran over to check out the driver, and my 13 year old son Dylan was in the passenger seat! He was not moving when I got there, and was covered in blood! I cannot even begin to describe how I felt....sick at my stomach, panicked, unable to breathe....he raised up and was looking around about the time I woke myself up screaming. Not really a scream, just that sharp intake of breath right before the scream. God it was awful!