I was living on a farm and it was about 11pm I had just gone to bed and I was laying in bed thinking about the day that i had, There was a loud bang a sickening noise so I got up and went out side and i could here what sounded like a radio, but I was miles from town and my nearest farm was 2km away, so i drove down to the road and could here the radio and about 100m up the road was a car wrapped around a tree. I was the first on the scene, So That is what i relive every time, just typing this brings me to tears and my heart is racing. I cant ever remember the tune on the radio but i hear it in my dream. This happened 30 years ago and has never left my mind, I don't think about it every day and I can go for months without the dream. Its Thursday now and I had the dream again on Monday and it was as clear as it was he night it happened, except there is no colour its a sort of grey but I smell it, and I taste the air. There are some details i cant discuss with anyone. I have a family around me and many friends with PTSD the reason we have it is different but the way it makes us feel is the same.