I was late for a rehearsal in a town about an hour from where I live. I was driving down Route 35 at breakneck speed, trying to make up for lost time. The woods around me grew dark and overbearing. The road got thinner, until here was only room enough for me to drive. It was pitch black, and the tar on the road was gone. I began to fall asleep - the woods were like a draught. I was barrely awake, navigating myself over the thin dirt road.
I came to one of the main intersections on the route, and suddenly the woods were gone. The colors were bright, it was high noon. I was awake again.
Except that this was not the town I was supposed to be in. I recognized my surroundings as being London, England. And not even modern day London - I had gone to the past, to a completely different life. I recognized some of the people. I was still worried about the rehearsal I was late for, but I knew that it was foolish because there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had regressed.