snow causes car accidents

My best friend is in the driver's seat and I am in the passenger seat. We are driving through some really curvy roads in the mountains, thus it is a two-lane road with opposite traffic in one lane. 

All of a sudden, I realize that I'm in the driver's seat and our seats are both leaned back really far as if we're sleeping. I realize that my best friend is not maneuvering the car but I am.. with my feet!! By the time I realize this, we're on the left lane of the road heading opposite of traffic and a car is coming our way. I brake and the car goes around us but there are more cars coming towards us. Michelle and I somehow switch seats and before she even can get to the proper driving lane (on the right side), a car that was coming towards us swerves to their left and crashes against the mountains.

I yell at Michelle, "Watch out!" And we manage to not get hit, then another car comes and hits that other car that just crashed, we manage to also duck that one. But then a car comes directly right at us because they're skidding on the road and hits us gently. Then a big rig hits us really hard from the back. Upon impact, snow goes into our car. For a few seconds, I cannot breathe because I am buried in snow. I am thinking that maybe an avalanche is causing these accidents.

I manage to quickly get some of the snow out so that it's only up to my waist now. I look over and there's a chunk of snow that is wrapped around Michelle's neck. She's starting to choke so I take that chunk of snow and throw it out the window. Because the big rig had hit us so hard, it sent us flying down the road but the back of the car didn't look damaged from the inside. The big rig passes by us and it's a University of Cincinnati big rig. I say to Michelle that the big rig had brought the snow from Ohio all the way to California and that's why all that snow went in our car!

I look in the back of the car but there's only a little bit of snow left on the seats now. Michelle and I are also no longer covered in snow. We continue driving and I realize that all the other cars that were around us in the crash were also passing by us and continued on their merry way. I ask Michelle, "Isn't anyone going to stop??!! Shouldn't we call the cops or something?!" But she doesn't respond and we keep driving.

juvie prison

It is a Friday night and I was just caught cheating for the second time on my test so the professor sends me to "juvie hall", it ends up being a large prison for adolescent girls.

I enter the prison yard and am allowed to wear any white t-shirt that I own and a pair of jean shorts because they do not have time to process me yet. I look around and all the girls are so young and wearing a white t-shirt and orange pants. I can't believe that I'm in prison!! Why did I cheat? Why would I be so stupid as to do it twice? I feel so embarrassed.

The prison guards lead me to an area outside of the building where sleeping bags are lined up row after row after row. This is where the inmates sleep. This is where I'm going to sleep! Outside? What about beds inside? Apparently, this prison did not function this way. Everyone seemed nice, nobody looked at me like they were going to beat me up. I go to my assigned sleeping bag and get in.

Everyone is laying down and getting ready to go to bed. I see a girl next to me with her cell phone. I know that we are allowed to only text to our parents but that the guards check our phone every day. I look down and see my cell phone too but am afraid to use it because I do not know if I remember the rule correctly. I recall my parents telling me that they will do their best to get me out of here.

One by one a couple of the girls start talking to each other. I'm scared they'll get us in trouble but the guards are standing right there and don't say anything. Some of the girls say they can't sleep and are going for a walk around the prison yard. One by one girls get up too. I do the same and say I'll go for a walk as well.

I enter one of the buildings and break down in tears. I can't believe that I'm in prison. All I can think about is that I have homework due on Monday and I have papers and articles to work on but I can't because I don't have any of my things. I'm also worried about what my professors and friends will think when they hear I'm in prison. I won't even be able to get out until Monday. But seriously, most of all.. I'm concerned about my homework and I can't stop crying over all the work I have to do.

I get out of the building and I see a group of people from my high school. They're here to volunteer at the prison. What if they see me? I quickly look away. Thankfully, I'm in my white t-shirt and jean shorts so I could always pretend that I'm also volunteering. Just in case, I walk the opposite direction before anyone sees me. One of my friend makes eye contact with me but I had already told her about the situation. She comes my way and we walk together.

One of the inmates who had befriended me earlier joins me and my friend me and takes us to the prison "clothing store." It's a place with all sorts of pretty dresses where women can go in and try them on just as a boost of self-esteem while they're in the prison. They cannot buy nor take the dresses out of the shop--they just try them on in the fitting room and give it back afterward. I go in and don't feel like doing this but the inmate pushes me to do so. I pick a random purple dress and go into the fitting room. I realize that all the curtains are see-through. There are also male prisoners at this fitting room trying on men's suits. I'm scared they're going to look through the curtains so I look for other stalls but none of them have doors and all of them have the see-through curtains. Finally, I find a corner stall and take off my clothes to try on the dress. I realize that the dress is also see-through. I try to put my clothes back on but get stuck. Suddenly, I see people leaving the fitting rooms and the lights starting to turn off. It's apparently lunch time and people are leaving to get food.

I panic. I'm going to be late for count time and get in trouble if I'm not in line for lunch! I try my best to hurry and get my clothes back on but I keep getting stuck and the clothes won't go over my head or just won't go on. It's like trying to put on clothes right after getting out of the pool still wet. I tell the lady that's turning off the light that I'm still in here so she doesn't lock me up. She tells me to hurry up.

And then... I wake up.