I had another dream. I was out hooning in some city I never been, and I understeered into the opposing lane. Luckily, there wasn't any cars. Then I heard sirens, so I went into some back alley streets and ended up in some Hispanic community. They were all talking amongst themselves that some one died because of someone hooning. I didn't have anything to do with it but I felt like if be lynched if I stuck around. When I came back to my car there was some awful and gaudy wide body kit stuck on it.