A few nights ago I had a vivid dream that has been staying with me. The location was very specific: I was driving South on U.S. Route 1 in Beltsville. Looking to the East across an open field, I could see the very dark clouds of a rapidly approaching storm. As my surrounding darkened, traffic slowed down, and the car in front of me stopped, partially blocking the passing lane. The driver was out standing next to his car, and as I carefully edged around it he hit my car with his hand, not an angry blow but more like a pat of encouragement. Then everything went black.
I think the dream was about death.