I woke up in the middle of the night remembering that I needed to drop something off at the post office. I shoot out of bed and scramble to my car trying to hold myself together. I am driving incredibly slow, sliding along the curb and grazing ever parked car I pass. I am barely conscious. I arrive at the post office and do not have the energy to open my car door, so I decide it would be better if I use the passenger door. I kick the door and it opens with me half hanging out. I stumble to the door and am greeted with the fact the post office is closed. (This next part gets fuzzy)

I wait for the doors to open but end up using the blue mail drop instead. By this time it is almost light and people are starting to head outside. Some young children, mostly boys, come over and start hassling my car. I am still not fully awake so I struggle to get my keys in the car door.

Then, I am at my old house. A lot of my clothes and random knick-knacks are in my old room still. My mom sad that the owners were giving us a few minutes to get the things that we had left behind. Most of the clothes looked like they were for infants. At this point I realize that I am really late for work. I try leaving, but my car is blocked in.