Corey is angry.

Someone ran Michelle over with an 18-wheeler. Drunk drivers.

He went on a MASSIVE crusade against 18-wheelers. He was a little tipsy himself, y'see! He thought that the vehicle was the problem, not the inebriation!

Michelle didn't die. Alcohol in recent times has become a POWERFUL drug, causing hallucinations and distortions in one's perception of reality. She came home an hour later, with her new motorcycle helmet.

Corey was overjoyed! "FUCK THIS BEER!" he shouted, as he spiked it into the trashcan.

"Dreamt I got hit by a vehicle again, didn't you? I'm telling you, this booze is wrecking everyone left and right. I know you don't drink it very much, but you should stop entirely with it doing this shit!"

...Nathan woke up. He was dreaming about unusual scenery again.

"Ugh. I've really gotta go see someone about these dreams."