HE doesn't respond; he just looks at me and holds on to the handle above his right shoulder.
As well fall, the car doesn't really nose dive at all; instead, it levels out a bit then bounces heavily on the roof of one building, then careens off the edge towards what looks like a parking structure. Still sliding on snow, I see yet another roof top with snow on it, but this one has three cars piled on top, none, touching the others, but with the way we're sliding off it looks like we're definitely going to crash into them.
We fall off the second roof and onto the car-covered third, and I feel certain we're going to smash into those cars, fly off that roof as well and crash into the skyscraper across the street from it. As we hit, however, we bounce lightly and somehow end up on the skyscraper side of the roof, unhurt and with smashing into the cars, which are behind us.
I am so excited and can't help but praise God for this obvious miracle; I was certain I was going to die but instead am alive! Will doesn't really react other than to put his head in his hands, so I get out of the car and start jumping up and down, looking all around my car to see what has been damaged. I have to get back in my car to pop the hood, and upon inspection see that all that has happened is that I'm leaking coolant because one of the hoses fell off (as a result of all the bouncing).
I pop the trunk and get some gloves so I can start to grab on the (probably) hot hoses and place them back where they belong, we suddenly I look up and my brother Jake is now sitting where Will was. He is pointing out the windshield (or where the windshield SHOULD be; my car has all but disappeared, save the engine) and noticing all the people in the skyscraper pointing back at us. He is on the phone with them, I begin to hear what one of them is saying to him...
"Do you guys have any 5-hour ENERGY?"
Flash to a commercial where a 50+ year old woman working in an office is walking busily through an open area between cubicles. She clutches folders of unknown paperwork and moves briskly, her very high and product laden hair unmoving, her lips an uncomfortable shade of red. She frowns at every opportunity. In the background, her voice moves over her actions: "I tried that once, and it didn't even do anything. Why try something if it isn't going to work?"
"She used to work as an office administrator in a middle school" says another voice, "but now in the corporate office world, she knows what's best for blah blah blah..." the voice trails off and Jake is pointing and laughing at the television on which we just saw this commercial, in the place where my car used to be. We are now in a room which appears a lot like my first dorm in college at UNH. We glance out the window again and see people buzzing around the offices of the skyscraper across the way, and I say to Jake "there have to be over 150 people there."
I decide to get back to the task of putting the hoses back into my engine to save the coolant that has spilled everywhere as a result of the falling misadventure, but my engine isn't even there anymore. Instead, all that remains is a small amount of neon-greenish liquid, a hose with a male plastic attachment, and a female port in which to place the hose. I place it in carefully and begin to twist slowly. Jake, still sitting somewhere behind me, is now underneath a lofted bed frame very similar to the one I sleep on in real life, and starts rocking it back and forth so it squeaks and groans hideously.
"If you keep doing that it's going to break!" I yell at him, but he continues anyway, smiling like a little kid. "I am so f*cking mad at you right now!" I yell at Jake; he stops abruptly. As I start to finish the hose placement procedure, I hear a voice at the door in the back of the room. It sounds a lot like my mother; I finish twisting the hose into the port, turn to look at the door, and someone walks in carrying a plastic grocery bag. They have an absurdly old face, like a mask from the movie "The Town". Whoever this person is, they walk in and place the bag on a counter in the room, then turn and look directly at me.
I wake up.
