Dad was driving Jenny and I around in his old minivan. It was raining out and we were on some super high up highway. The roads had gotten pretty bad and we saw a few other minivans spin out, and a couple even went through the guard rail and nearly fell over the edge of the highway. I asked dad to slow down a bit, freaking out a bit at the other cars having almost gone over the edge. He slowed down, and then we came to a part where the road did a barrel roll. He stayed his current speed and when we went upside-down we didn’t stick to the road and started falling. We missed landing on the road up-side-down, and were heading straight towards the ocean. screaming on the way down woke me up.