He Tipped My Car

Date: 8/25/2023

I was supposedly driving my cute little blue Ford Fiesta SE earlier in the night, but I came to a stop on a steep, tilted decline. The car was off and all was quiet. It felt wrong, because Tom was in the passenger seat, and Clarissa was sitting behind him. They both appeared to be under some sort of spell because they were silent and dazed. Tom started to rock side to side in the car. He seemed relatively calm and Ad peace based on the expression on his face. I don’t recall if Clarissa joined in or not, but she didn’t do much either way. I started to get nervous. I am a little paranoid that my car is too tall (in real life), so I believe it transferred into the dream. I didn’t want to tip over my car. It was my baby, after all. I told Tom to please stop shaking the car, but he didn’t listen. He seemed to have heard me, at least maybe, but he wasn’t in control of himself or something, and just kept shaking the car. The car was rocking more and more, and I get even more nervous, maybe even feeling like I was going to cry. Eventually, he did it. The car rolled onto its right side, and seconds later, it somehow rolled onto its top. We were at the bottom of the hill now, so it would take some energy to flip the car right side up again. The three of us were hanging upside down, held in by our seatbelts. The moonroof that doesn’t exist in real life was open. I let my arms fall, and I felt the soft grass peeking over the lip of the open roof. The darkness of the night washed over me, and the silence made me uneasy. Tom tipped my car. I was furious.