Personal Narrative: A Walk Down The Road

It always starts off the same way. I’m driving down this dirt road by myself. There’s a streetlight somewhere that follows me, but I don’t know where it’s coming from. The road is endless, and I can’t really see anything besides the road and the trees. Then after what feels like an hour of driving, I see someone on the side of the road. I drive past them, because you know, picking up hitch hikers is bad, even in dreams. Then the next thing I know, they’re on my windshield, screaming at me and shit. The car swerves, and I crash into a tree.

And suddenly, I’m standing on a sidewalk. There’s only one path, lit by some street lamps. I don’t know why, but I start walking down the path. There’s literally just a path and the sidewalk. The rest is