Last night I had to drive someone else's car out of the school's basement 3 parking area before it closed. I only had 5 minutes to remove the car from basement parking. The thing was I had no license (I never had one to begin with). The other thing was I haven't driven in like 5 years. It was my first time to drive without anyone beside me and my first time to drive an automatic car. I never had real driving lessons. Truth be told I have yet to drive in a major thoroughfare. It was my ex BF who taught me the basics years ago.

I felt helpless, none of the guards would help me (they didn't want to be liable if ever something happened to the car). I was running around school looking for people to drive it. I didn't find anyone.

SO I drove...screaming in an empty parking lot and nearly fainting in the process. The tint was dark that I had to open the windows to see. I was filled with anxiety and adrenalin at the same time cuz I HAD to get it out of the basement.

When backing up I hit the wall. The right side of D's bumper was scratched and dented. Nevertheless, I got it out of basement 3. I drove 2 levels of the semi-steep multi-level winding ramp parking thingies. Until now, I can't explain how I did it. I parked it outside the school and my parking skills were as terrible was they were 5 years ago. I was parked like a feet and a half away from the sidewalk.

Thank God, MY friend was understanding and forgave me cuz it was an accident.

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The weird thing about this is...I actually had extra guts to do it cuz I had a dream before that there was an emergency and I drove someone else's car towards a ramp. I had a feeling that I was capable of pulling it off if I HAD NO CHOICE and no one wanted to help me. I guess dreams have a weird purpose.