Unstoppable: Amano Writing Club

Just before I reached the top of a long hill in my light truck, the engine died. I panicked and stepped on the brake, but it didn't work at all. I pressed it repeatedly. It was no use. The truck started rolling backward down the hill.
"Don't panic!"
I pulled the handbrake with all my might. But, to my surprise, it snapped right off.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no!"
At the bottom of the hill was an intersection I had turned right from to climb up. It was a side street off the main road, but it still had a fair amount of traffic. The light was red. If I kept rolling down like this, I would crash into the intersection and hit someone's car. Someone's life was in danger.
To the left of the hill was a cliff, and below it were rice paddies. The rice planting had just finished. I was sorry, but I had no choice but to crash the car into them.
"Wait, which way do I turn the steering wheel when reversing?"
The cliff was still high. I decided to crash before reaching the intersection, but when I glanced at the rearview mirror, oh! The light turned green. I plunged into the intersection and passed through safely! The road ahead was flat, but the momentum I had gained wouldn't easily fade.
"Uh oh, this isn't the right lane."
While reversing, I turned the wheel into the opposite lane. If I kept going like this, I would eventually stop.
My relief was short-lived. The road ahead turned sharply to the right. The car went straight off the road and plunged into a mandarin orange orchard. The side mirrors folded and unfolded as they brushed against the branches of the orange trees, which were spaced exactly the width of the car, and finally, the truck came to a stop.
"Phew, I'm saved."
In the bed of the light truck, a dozen or so mandarin oranges had fallen off, still attached to their cut branches.
"Ah, they look delicious."

Just as I thought that, I woke up. I was drenched in sweat and felt a chill.
I wiped myself off with a towel and calmed down, but my heart was still pounding.
Last night, I felt a bit chilly, so I made the mistake of sleeping under the down comforter I was just about to put away for the season.
My brain must have been trying to say, "You're sweating, you'll catch a cold if you stay like this," but did it have to wake me up with such a scary dream?
I wish I could have eaten those oranges before waking up.

(The End)

I asked an AI what to do in such a situation, just in case.

In a situation where both the foot brake and the handbrake are broken, you have no choice but to forcibly stop the reversing car using the following actions.

It's something that rarely happens outside of dreams, but I was woken up by it (*_*;