Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

I was at my grandmother’s house, but she wasn’t there, but a girl I know from band was with me. There was a secret passage to my cousin’s room from the dining room. The girl went through the passage because she thought my cousin was sick. When she was gone, Candice and her friend from New York came into the dining room to stay. They lay on cots and talked. When Candice left, she left a lot of money behind on accident; mostly $16 dollar bills. I tried to return them to her when we met on a school bus, but she didn’t care about them.

I was in the car with Mom. It was evening and foggy; we were about to drive over a bridge. I was griping about something. On the bridge, bits of the guard rail was missing. We drove on, trying to swerve and avoid the sides missing pieces; they seemed to suck the car toward them. When we hit about 3/4 of the way across, the bridge broke off and we couldn’t stop. We drove off into water, underneath a cliff edge. I thought about waking myself up, thinking it was a dream, and then I decided that it was real, and I needed to stay with Mom. Mom asked if I was alright, as we sat in the floating car in the dark. I was. We got out of the car, and I left my bags of clothes in the backseat as we swam out from under the cliff edge. Somehow, we got onto land and went to see some transportation official. He was very condescending and uncaring about the bridge and our sunken car. He didn’t want to tell us anything, and kept denying things while smiling. I started beating him up, slamming his head against the wall, and threatening him with lawsuits. He told us that ‘any regular person would not have been out on a night like this’, and asked how fast we were going. Mom replied: “About 55.” She was really passive and quiet, just wandering around the guy’s office. I finally got the guy to make out a report of our accident and the bridge, but didn’t trust him not to trash it after we left. He’d copied it onto three old tapes, and I took the middle one, and got a copy of the report. I told him that I used Linux, and if he tried to trash the report, I could screw up his computer and show the fraud. Mom and I went home (I don’t know how, as our car was still under the river). When I went inside, Mom stayed in the yard, wandering around wearing Hogwarts robes (Gryffindor). My brother and I woke up my dad and told him. Mom came in, and we had a family meeting. I told them that I was going to call the ambulance for Mom, who wasn’t feeling too good because of the wreck. Then, I decided I’d call it for all of us, since Dad wasn’t feeling well either. My brother and I would go along for the ride.