Driving reckoledsly

Date: 5/2/2018

For some reason, I had daddy’s car, and I couldn't drive it right at all. I kept gutting things, and the breaks wouldn't stop when I pressed them. The car would still move in park, and I didn't feel strong enough to stop the break. And the dreams switch, and I'm the back seat, and it's like a news segment about teens ruining their cars for clout. And my dad’s car was wrecked. Destroyed and then I woke up to the sound of my alarm.