Yet another random dream...a bit morbid, this one.

So in this dream, I was in a car, presumably picking my mother up from work, something I do once or twice a day. As I pulled up to let her in, there was a bus, a school bus, pulling in in the opposite direction. It stopped, and I was parked in front of it, ready to pick up my passenger and be off. My mother walked up to the car, then stopped and looked in horror at the bus. I followed her glance and saw that the bus had started moving toward me once again. I fumbled to put the car in reverse as the bus moved up the hood of my car at about5 mph [≈ World record time 50m freestyle swim, 20.94 seconds]. I couldn't find the gears, so I gave up and scrambled toward the back of the car, climbing out the rear window to save myself as the car was a lost cause. As I was climbing out, I was yelling for someone to help me, to break the window, which eventually broke from the force of the bus, so I could climb out, but no one seemed to hear me. 

When I finally got out, everyone was standing around, horrified at what had happened. I asked why no one would help me, but I was mostly ignored. Somehow someone turned me toward the wreckage, and I saw that I hadn't been the only person in the car. There weretwo bodies in the back seat, and two more in behind it in the trunk area of the hatchback. I couldn't figure out what had happened. I turned back to the person who'd shown it to me and told them that no one else was in the car. It was impossible. I had climbed out, and there was no one else there.

Then I started talking to one of the people that was in the car--who had died in the accident. After talking for a minute, I had a Sixth Sense moment, and realized that I hadn't survived the accident either. It still didn't make sense, but I felt calmer... I woke up thinking, that was strange and not altogether unpleasant, rather than, what a horrible nightmare. Maybe that was the weirdest part.