What's in a Dream?

Kevin and I are driving down the highway on a crisp fall day, the sun shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky. We pass a hospital as a helicopter is getting ready to land on the roof. I point it out to Kevin, who's focused on the road. Another hospital is ahead. This one, too, will be having a helicopter land on its roof within minutes.
We continue driving down the long highway and an airplane is falling quickly from the sky, not in a nose dive, but in a roll, wing over wing. Smoke begins pouring from the engines.
Something is very wrong. I have a gut wrenching feeling that the world is about to be thrown into chaos.
The road we're driving on is no longer made of black top, but an electronic screen that now looks like the ocean, except for the glitches that cause the screen to go blank. There are animated sharks and schools of fish. But unlike the pavement, the screen isn't flat. It is rising and falling like waves, throwing vehicles in every direction as drivers fail to keep control.
All the vehicles are now afloat as the screen turns to water and we are tossed upon the raging waves.

And then I wake up.