This is impossible. I don't remember drinking or getting behind the wheel. But here I am. Drunk. In the driver's seat. And crashed into a crowd of people.
I stumble out of the car and the survivors stare at me, pointing fingers and shouting. There's blood and bodies everywhere. Screams and cries of pain and grief ring through the air. But it's not real. It can't be. This is a nightmare and I have to open my eyes.
I know a dream when I'm in one. This isn't real. Wake up, dammit. Wake up!
But it won't let me go.
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