Dreaming

It's been a long while since I was awoken by a dream in the middle of the night.
However I could only remember one thing of the dream; I was driving across a cross junction when a car/truck/bus(?) crashed into my car from the side. And I remembered people trying to rescue me, but I already knew it was too late. As they finally release me from the car, I woke up.

The funniest thing, it wasn't a nightmare to me. I actually felt resigned, never once feeling fear, never once wondering why this happened to me. When I woke up, my heart wasn't racing, I wasn't thinking "luckily it was just a nightmare". At times I wonder if I'm actually already dead, going through the motion of life daily, no purpose, no aim, no goal. A living dead.