A Peak Into Tyler's Mind.

I'm driving my parents' charger as I usually do. I have Amanda, Dustin's little sister, in the passenger seat. It is night. We are leaving the middle school, and I'm on my way to drop her off. I must have picked her up from cheerleading or something. When pulling out of the middle school, I turn left when I should have turned right. I immediately realize my mistake. Instead of turning around, I try to show off by getting there by taking back roads. I assure Amanda that I know what I am doing. I end up on a back road speeding along at around 45 mph though, I do not know for sure since I never looked at the gauges. This is an urban area so this is naturally a horrible idea. I soon realize I can see anything at all. My lights aren't on! I wonder how I have not hit something yet. As I am hugging the right side of the road, I suddenly notice there is grass on both sides of this very narrow street. I drive left, towards where I thought the center of the road was, and I end up on pavement. Again, I notice that there is grass on both sides of me. I wonder why the road gets too narrow for a car to fit on it. Then I hear Dustin's voice. "You should try staying off the sidewalk!" The sidewalk!?! Well that would explain the grass. I get back on the road and end up seeing lights to my right, signalling a main road. I turn and head for them. When I get there I realize that I am on the freeway now, but I have gone too far. I need to go back down the freeway to get Amanda home. So, I turn left and head down the freeway. On the wrong side of the freeway. I stick to the inside lane and try not to swerve. The oncoming traffic sets over to the outside lane and drives by. A while later I notice there are other cars doing the same thing I am. I am not the only car driving the wrong way. Soon, I pass my exit and look for a place to turn around. The freeway is too crowded to turn around here. I notice the cars in front of me start to go towards the middle of the freeway as if not to hit something. Then I see what they are going around. A car that was going the wrong way collided with one that was. Then I notice that there is more than one wreck. The freeway is lined with totaled cars for at least half a mile. Cars that are crumpled. Cars that have the tops ripped off. This is crazy. What happened here? I turn around, no longer worried about getting Amanda home, but rather, debating whether or not I should take pictures for proof when I tell the story. I wake up.