I'm early to some sort of appointment, in an area that looks like a college campus, up on a hill, with a lot of green space under a canopy of tall trees. I drive up to a park area there to kill some time.

I'm driving some sort of off-road van, like a four-wheel-drive truck. There's a pullout where you can park, and one car there, so I pull in, but then I see this very steep muddy hill, that I think I might like to drive down just for fun. It's only a couple car-lengths long.

I start to go down it, but then I see at the bottom, and a couple car-lengths away, is a Mexican guy with a van, and a small toddler is playing, sitting near a fence directly in my path of travel.

I slam on my brakes, and stop partway down the hill. But then I start slipping in the mud, and I think my van might even do a complete forward roll. I stop again at the bottom of the hill, and the guy is running in front as if shielding his daughter, but it won't help, I'll just smash them both. But then my van starts going again, though I'm trying my best to stop it, right toward them. It finally stops for good, just a couple feet from the fence, with them pinned in between.