Dream: My boss and my death

I am riding in a car. It is a red convertable, and we are driving down the highway. My boss is in the front seat, where the stearing wheel should be, but she is not driving. I don’t recognize the person in the passenger seat, but he is driving. He has dark skin, and jet black hair. I assume he is hispanic. I am behind my boss in the back seat. It is dusk. For some reason we are laughing as the car speeds down the highway. For some reason I know that I do belong in this backseat, but I don’t think it is work-related. Then the laughing stops and our driver goes kind of crazy. He is angry at someone driving behind us. Crazy soon turns to almost insane. He pulls a gun out from his coat or under his seat and starts shooting the gun to someone behind us. My boss and I are ducking. A woman is screaming, but its not me. I dare not look behind me, I don’t want to know. He is twisted all the way around in his seat and not paying attention to the road, but we are going faster and faster. I look to my right and I see a semi-truck loaded with cars entering the highway. We are speeding onto a bridge, and our speed is increasing. There is no shoulder. On my left is another semi-truck, bearing an oversized load. The truck to our right misjudged our speed. One more look to my right, and I knew we were going to be sandwiched. My boss screamed and our driver turned back around to try to correct the speed and prevent our on-coming collision. He over corrected our direction and sent us diagonally into the over-sized truck. I saw this huge granite or concrete bulge drawing closer and closer to me. My boss screamed for me to be careful, and I leaned as far as I could to my right… but my seatbelt was in the way. I even lifted my right arm up to make as much room as I could for my body. I closed my eyes. I braced for awful, unimaginable pain. My boss was still screaming. I began to hear scraping metal, more screaming. Suddenly my right arm was pinned above my head. “Here it comes… death or coma… I hope its quick… Please God, let me just pass out and not be awake for the awful pain…” Blackness. I was dead.