I'm driving my truck, I think out toward my parents' house, but I've just left my house, still in my neighborhood. For some reason I'm sort tense and feel like acting out, and it seems to be in some sense my last chance. I decide to have some fun with my truck, driving up some dirt hills in people's yards on the way. I keep increasing my driving aggression until I take a really steep little hill at high speed, doing a jump off the top.

But I had forgotten I had my dog in the back of the pickup - one of my smaller dogs from the past, either Charlie or Molly, I think - and it fell out in the jump and is running around on the ground. I stop the truck and put the dog back in, but then I notice a strange lump on its leg, and on further inspection notice that it is broken, probably from falling out of the truck. So now I think I will have to go to the vet.