Fragment: Me, Jasmine, and our dad's were in a Jeep Grand Cherokee with leather seats. My dad was driving recklessly and scaring the shit out of me. Fragment: I chased a mouse under my bedroom door?
Fragment: I was running across the top of a waterfall. Bullets were flying. One hit a tree right next to my face. Fragment: I had a house. I knew it was mine, but it looked different from my actual house. It didn't have a garage and I remember wandering around looking for my car.