spinning out of control

In the dream, Mike is driving (his SUV i think). Scott and i are in the back seat. The road is circular and in bad repair. It's almost like a motocross track but two-way and paved. The edge of the road on for our direction (clock-wise) is ragged and worn. Mike takes a curve way too fast and Scott and i are both yelling "slow down, slow down" but it's too late. We're airborne. My vision is now omniscient and i'm looking at the scene from above. Mike is hanging on to the steering wheel with all his might and has a grin (rictus) on his face. The car is spinning horizontally, round and round and round like the propeller on a helicopter. Finally the car comes to rest and Mike is okay. I see my hand draped over the seat and as i'm willing a finger to move (from my omniscient POV) a drop of blood rolls down my index finger into water and makes a little red cloud and i know that i'm dead. I don't see or feel Scott anywhere and think he was probably thrown from the vehicle.