I accelerate, the lane and walls getting narrower and my anxiety gets higher. The lane narrows ro the point that the walls scrape against the sides of the car, and I keep driving. After a few seconds, the car is destroyed around me, and, like out of a cartoon, all that's left is the seats and the steering wheel in my hands. I turn around and look at my friends. They're staring at me, shocked, and I make a nervous joke. "Don't know what I expected would happen, ahaha." I wake up.