I get the same thing. It’s almost like the dreams where you’re trying to run, but it’s like you’re going through treacle. I try to stop and everything goes slow. The brakes almost, almost work, but they’re not having a significant effect I’m still going too fast and everyone I care about is in the car. I try to grab things outside the car to slow us down or try to stop the car with my feet, but we still crash. Otherwise I keep getting told where to turn, there are different time demands and expectations, but everything happens so fast and I can’t keep up. That’s often the point when the crash happens. Incidentally, my low processing speed in real life and fears of causing harm to other people are two of the main reasons why I cycle rather than drive.
That’s interesting; I’ve found that I’m often not welcome in my dreams. I may be walking among other people and no one is reacting, but once they notice me they attack like white blood cells.
Another one (which is when I often wake up standing in the room) is where I’ve somehow found myself in someone else’s room, and I’ve got to get out and find the right room somehow without waking anyone up. That’s generally when my wife wakes up and I stare at her with wild eyes. Years ago I’d occasionally freak out and try to chase my wife out of the bed because of all the ants everywhere or some other urgent reason (“Everybody out! We’re sinking!”). It often gets worse when there’s a big change in my life that I’m worried about. Just before I got married, I pulled down a shelf in my brother’s room and all of the books fell onto his computer 
. My personality is generally quite different from what I’m like normally; often agitated or even aggressive – not abusive or anything, just the kind of attitude you might have if the room was on fire. My wife used to call me Jekyll and Hyde, so I’d have to wake up in the morning and ask whether I had done anything to apologise for last night.
It’s weird, because I’m pretty calm a lot of the time (for example, my wife has commented that I’m often more patient with the kids than she is), but I guess it all comes out when my subconscious takes over. One thing I’ve noticed is that I do sometimes have violent dreams, but the violence is always against me rather than something I do. Sometimes I’m expected to fight, but won’t or can’t – I’m a complete wuss in my dreams.
