[Near] Death by an Excavator

I was driving in my car down a thoroughfare on a very cloudy day. There wasn't much traffic, just one or two cars. Further down the road there was some road work and traffic was being redirected to a small dirt road surround by trees on the side. I got in line with the other cars and followed the detour until we came up on a row of semi-truck beds. There was a ramp on the last one and we were instructed to go up the ramp and drive on the beds for the detour. I did as I was told but noticed that I was going back the way I came from.

When I got off the last truck bed I turned around and went back on the dirt road. This time, instead of going on the ramp I decide to keep driving. The dirt road ended shortly after the ramp and there was nothing but a grass field. To the left where the main road was, there was a excavator picking up dirt and dropping it in random places. Once it dropped the dirt it would sharply circle clockwise before picking more up. I thought to myself, if I timed it correctly enough, the excavator would miss me and I could get back on the road and to my destination (which I never figured out where).

When I thought the time was right, I slammed on the pedal and sped forward. However, once I hit the grass it slowed me down tremendously. I continued on hoping I could still make. But I was wrong. The excavator bucket was swinging towards me. My only thoughts were "this is it." and my heart began to race. The bucket was right at my windshield when everything went blank.

I opened my eyes and I was on a couch in a strange house. My mother, two cousins, and a friend walked up to me . My mom explained to me that this was her new house. It was a large, two story home made of dark wood. It was decorated in an old southern theme with lots of quilts. My mom left and my cousins and friend wanted to see if I was okay. Apparently the accident did happen but I came out of it without any injuries, but my car didn't seem to make it. My mom also had no idea about it which I was thankful for. I was afraid she would demand I never drive again despite the fact I'm 22 and on my own.

I got up from the couch and began to praise God ( like really raising him) for protecting me from what could have been a fatal accident and that I would never sin again.