Exactly Like a Dream

It's strange, losing full control. And I mean complete control. You can't do anything to go faster, to stop, to change direction. At the whim of whatever forces are tearing at you. You don't get scared, you don't freak out, but you try so hard to desperately regain even a shred of what you had but a few seconds ago. All your struggling is to no avail.

And then, a few seconds later, it's over. You have control over what's left--though it isn't much. The gravity of the situation doesn't settle in until your adrenaline (if you could call it that) wears off. It's only then that you're glad you got out in one piece.

Now for the aftermath.