I'm going to a movie; a girl is driving. The movie seems to be in southwest downtown, and we are up near I-405 looking for a place to park. We find a spot which isn't ideal, but checking my watch, we have just enough time to walk down to the movie.

We back into a parking spot, but the girl who is driving backs up too far - just as I was trying to tell her to be careful not to do that - and we go backward off a cliff. I watch as the edge of the world slides away above us and we slide backward down through a wooded area, coming to rest at the bottom of a ravine.

I climb into the back of the car (like my Subaru by apparently bigger inside), and Daniel C, a previous work-mate who was bald, is sleeping in the back of the car. I wake him up to tell him that it's time for the movie, but he just mumbles that he's too tired, just go ahead and go and he'll just stay there and sleep.