The bullets you fear don’t get you, the one you don’t does. From Doug “Uncola” Lynn at theburningplatform.com:
A few months ago I had this dream. I’m driving alone at highway speed on a causeway over a large body of water. The road was just a few feet higher than the rippling waves. Suddenly, I noticed a black mini-van about fifty yards to my left, bobbing on the water’s surface. The hood and front wheels were submerged and its tail-end began to rise as the vehicle sank in a manner similar to the scene from Titanic – it was going down bow first.
As I was processing what I saw to my left, the next thing I knew I was in the water myself. The road was gone and I was sinking. My first thought was: “Shit! I lost my rig”. Next, I thought it must have been some sort of catastrophic event. Tsunami? Meteor? Earthquake? And my final considerations had to do with exiting the vehicle before I drowned. I recalled once reading survival procedures for that exact situation. Stay cool. Release my seat-belt. Make sure the driver’s door is unlocked. The electric windows will still power down for a time even under the water – and they must be lowered first so the vehicle’s interior can be filled. This will equalize the pressure so the door can be opened in order to escape and swim to the surface.
So that’s exactly what I set out to do. But as the water was violently entering the vehicle, I realized it would take some time to fill and by then I would be on or near the bottom. I was sinking fast. And that’s when I woke up.