So, as we went outside of the school, I realized that I forgot my bookbag, and so I kept on telling my brother that we should go back inside and go and find my bookbag. However, he just kept walking, and when I went right up to him, he just said something like, "I know, but I wanna do something." However, out of senseless anger, though supposed to be harmless retaliation, I flung his bookbag, and it ended up in the middle of the road. Me and my brother always check if there are cars coming, and he did in this dream as well, but the road was somehow weirdly curved (dream logic maybe??), so when my brother was in the middle of the road, he struggled to get his bookbag and run away from the middle of the street... And then I looked to the right, and there was a car. I yelled at my brother that there was a car, but it was already too late, and he was run over. The car seemed lighter than in real life as far as I know when it comes to running over things as the car ran over my brother, but it didn't crush him, it just rolled on top of him like a bump. I walked over to him to check if he was alright, but I couldn't see clearly, and then I woke up with legitimate panic. A LOT of panic. And then I cried, and then sobbed, and then decided that I should tell someone or something like this, and so I have resorted to Wattpad. The situation felt real, when not the logic and some plotholes didn't, but the feelings I felt when my brother was run over were definitely real.