I had a dream that it was monday morning and I was riding passenger in my mom’s white suburban and all the kids were in the backseats. it was winter.    

I was sitting in the passenger seat and thinking of a wild party that I’d been to that weekend. This was an example of a dream that spanned multiple days and nights and I could remember. As I was sitting there in my own world of thought and not paying attention, my mom put the car in drive and instead of putting her arm on the back of my seat to turn around and reverse the car out of my grandparents’ long blacktop driveway, she pulled forward and left onto the snow-covered lawn.

I asked her, casually, “What are you doing?” She responded, casually, “Getting the snow off the tires.” Now, this doesn’t make any sense. At the time, it made perfect sense. I only replied, “Be careful not to pull too far forward.”

We started into the grass, slow at first. But my grandparents’ lawn was sloped, and we picked up speed. I sat up in my seat and looked through the windshield. We were sliding forward. My mom no longer had control of the car. I started to become slightly worried. I thought we might crash into the thin wall of trees ahead. And we did. But this didn’t stop the car. And that was when I saw the icy frozen pond. And we were still picking up speed. And before I could think of anything else—to jump out, or save my siblings. We slid with such speed into the pond and then it was all so sudden and the icy water was over us with immense pressure and I looked upward out of my window to the icy blue above, unable to open the door from the pressure as we went deep deep deep.