I've been dreaming a lot more about what happened the night of the accident. I just remembered how the air bag sounded when it deployed (like a giant popping balloon). Conversations with a nurse or some female about wanting pain medicine and not being able to have it because they still were observing me to see what all was wrong. Confiding that I was afraid of dying before I confessed my sins. It was odd because it was like I was split from my body and I was listening to two people talking and I was a third person. It sounds negative but these are all things I thought were gone from my memory forever. If I can remember it, at least I can attempt to deal with it.