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i’m in a car, watching almost a movie of these characters.

i’m looking at the kids sitting in the back. there’s a voice in the back of my head narrating everything that’s happening.

it tells me that the girl and the guy sitting in the back are dating, and that the girl gets jealous really easily. the guy looks out the window at this woman driving her car. the girl immediately is jealous. she looks straight ahead, her jaw clenched as her boyfriend continues to stare at the woman in the car.

the scene shifts and the voice is telling me that the girl tracked down the woman in the car and assaulted her, making the whole scene look like a car crash. the girl is sitting in between the broken car and a pole, thinking about everything she did.

then sirens start, and the girl gets in her car and drives away. the voice tells me she’s scared of getting caught, for the obvious reasons but also because she was in three car accidents as a kid. she’s worried that the authorities will think she’s lying about the other three accidents and that she faked those, too.

then my vision blacks out and five cards appear. one of them represents hope, one death or something, and i can’t remember the meanings of the other three. the cards begin showing me why the girl attacked the woman, but the images on the cards are very dark, sinister, creepy. one of them, the hope card specifically, shows a girl almost in the splits. she’s throwing a stream of water back and forth between her hands, but it gives me the feeling that she’s juggling her head.

the cards continue to show these strange shifting images until i wake up in a panic, knowing that i am neither the girl nor the guy nor the woman in this dream. i am the car crash.