I heard a story yesterday about combat pilots in training. Each group goes into an oxygen deprivation chamber and half of them take off their masks. Eventually the half that maintains an adequate oxygen level has to struggle with the others, forcing them to put their masks back on so they won’t die.
I don’t have any particular reason to think that the story isn’t true, but last night I had a dream. I was driving a car in terrible, slippery weather and began to hear people screaming. I looked out the window to my left and saw a dam collapsing. I knew I had a split second to decide whether to flee away from the broken dam in an attempt to outpace the onrushing flood, or to drive uphill in the direction of the water, at an angle, with the possibility of escaping the rupture. I woke up before I could decide.