I was driving with Shelly, and maybe Amanda. I was driving sort of recklessly and Shelly kept telling me to slow down. And to put my brakes on sooner and stuff. I was driving behind these three boys on bikes. And I was driving really, really stupidly. I was really close to them. I was behind them. Then I tried to go around them. It felt like I had no control and like I was just in this weird soon. I clipped one of the boys on the side and I heard him hit the side of my car and then he went flying. Shelly said, “Oh my God. He’s going to be terribly hurt.” Or something like that. It felt so, so, so real. It was terrible. I was amazing relieved when I woke up.
