I was in the cockpit of a plane and everybody was a little tipsy. I took a seat in the co-pilot's chair and was looking at all the buttons and dials. I had a feeling I was about to have to fly the plane. All of a sudden we were plummeting towards the sea. I was trying my best to do what the pilot and ground control were telling me to do. But the plane crashed.
I woke up in a countryside town in America. I spent days riding my bike around. I didn't really talk to anybody and nobody really talked to me. Then one night I was riding to the river, in the dark. A car came up behind me very slowly. The person inside was angry that I had killed somebody in their family on the plane. Suddenly I was falling from the ledge of a tall rock beside the river. I think I died.
