2000 years of 85 miles per hour love

I had a vision in which a god, yes white hair and white beard, had a samurai sword and he cut me in half telling me that 2000 years of chasing has taken it's toll on me.   There was a thunder storm and pouring rain, then next I was floating in space.  I started to slowly spin and my hand extended pointing to a star.  Everything became white and I was taking very deep breaths.   I let out a scream and next thing I know I was sitting in my car going about 85 on the highway.   At this point I was like oh fuck and looked around to see if any cops were trying to pull me over, thankfully no.   Oh how I love how that shit happens at the worst times for me.