She saw him driving too fast on a twisty road, the car was lurching at every turn.  The turns got tighter the car spun out of control and smashed into another vehicle. A sickening sound of metal crushing and glass exploding mixed with a human cry and then……  She woke up in a cold sweat with her heart pounding. She dared her hand to reach out in the darkness and explore beside her in the bed. A warm sleeping body beside her calmed her anxiety, it was just a bad dream.  She decided not to wake him, no point in dragging him from a nice dream just to tell him she had a nightmare. 4am blinked from the clock and she settled down again to sleep. Her body tried to relax but her mind was still racing from the horrific images.  She tried to think of soothing things, honeymoon memories at the beach, sensual massages at the spa, sipping cocktails by the pool.  Each time she let an image flow in the screen of her mind somebody flipped the channel back to a blood splattered wreckage.  Now she saw first responders cutting away the twisted metal from a dying man.  How can a dream continue while I am awake she asked herself.   She decided to get up and keep her eyes open.  The reality of her surroundings will shut out the unwelcome thoughts. She went downstairs and made a cup of tea then slumped in her favorite chair in front of the TV.  She scanned the channels and found mostly infomercials.  Insomniacs must spend a fortune on useless gadgets she thought.  Flick flick –magic weight loss powder, flick flick — vegetable peeler will make your life complete, flick flick–  folding ladder will let you escape from your burning inferno bedroom, flick flick news flash—–  responders rush to horrific car crash.  She saw exactly the same image as her dream, an identical car in the same place. A limp body is put into an ambulance.  “It cannot be” she screams. She rushed upstairs to check on her loved one but the only thing under the covers is the pair of pillows she hugs when he is away.  She runs back downstairs and catches the end of the broadcast.  “police say the driver was taken to hospital in a critical condition”. She is convinced that the car in her dream and on the news is her husband’s.  She decides to phone the hospital, as she picks up the phone she sees the outside security light flash on.  A police car is outside and a uniformed figure is walking up the driveway.  She knows this must be bad news. “please god no, don’t let this happen…..”.  The doorbell rang loudly, she froze in fear.  A voice called out “good morning darling”  Her mind was confused. ” Did you sleep well?  She rolled over and saw her husband holding a breakfast tray.  It was all a big bad dream.  She tried to mask her heart pounding by stretching and yawning.  She kissed him sweetly, no need for his good deed to be disrupted by her bad dream experiences.   She sat up as he got into bed with their breakfast feast.  Pouring the tea into a welcome mug she thanked god for not taking him.  She listened to his sexy voice telling him he loved her,  she smiled and looked into his eyes.   He smiled back and said to her  “I had this awful dream last night honey,  you were in a bad car wreck and the police came here to tell me.. Hey watch out you are spilling that tea…..”