my dream last night.

driving in a blue convertible, the driver was no one i know in the real world. a man with dark hair. there were one or two people in the backseat. he was driving recklessly, speeding and tailgating and messing around with two other blue cars. we took a turn downhill quickly and took off into the air. then i was alone in the car and falling down, we must have been on a bridge. i hit the water and the car was gone and i kept plummeting down. underwater, i finally tried to swim and i started gliding rapidly in the direction i thought was up. i started panicking because i had been holding my breath so long. i finally gave in and took a deep breath, but only air filled my lungs. i paused and looked around. the light was coming from the opposite direction i had been gliding in. i turned and headed toward it. i entered an area where a three dimensional grid was formed by all different forms of beautiful typography. i moved quickly and fluidly through it and don't remember what any of them said except one piece said "The New York Times" and one said "Rolling Stone," though i don't think they were all journalistically themed. i couldn't get out of this new type world and i didn't want to. there was a large touchscreen in the center and it held all the information in the world. i played with it a while and then i woke up.