Dreams of a sleep-deprived mom

The other night I woke up from this beauty...

I'm driving down the highway with Henry in the backseat. It's dusk. There is a lot of traffic but not so much that we aren't all still able to travel at fairly high speeds (i.e. a minimum of fifteen miles per hour above the posted speed limit). I'm driving. I'm driving. I'm driving. Then I straddle two lanes. I don't know if I'm actually changing lanes to take an approaching exit or not. All of a sudden my tires hit the ruts and I'm thrown into a tailspin. In a second the car is turned so that I am perpendicular to the vehicles traveling behind me. There is a gigantic semi-truck coming. It crashes into me. The car crumples under the impact. Everything goes black.

This is when I wake up. It is the last dream I had when I did manage to catch more than a four-hour stretch of sleep, which isn't happening often. (Methinks the boy is going through a growth spurt and/or teething.) Well, there was one weird dream when an unstoppable cyborg assassin is sent by a race of artificially intelligent computer-controlled machines bent on the extermination of mankind to track down and kill future teenage Henry who is going to start a resistance against the machines but that particular dream most likely stems from my viewing of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles shortly before bedtime while nursing Henry to sleep.