It's making my head spin

Sleep has once again eluded me.
First I would like to point out that this blog does not know what time it is, and posts everything as though I were on the west coast.

I was thinking tonight about a boy, which is fairly standard. But the particular boy is not standard.

Then I was thinking about if I were to tell my friend a story, this is the story I would tell him:

When I was 19, I was visiting this guy I knew from college at his parents' house over the summer, which was about an hour and 15 minutes from my parents' house.
We had stayed up too late and I had to be home at 8 AM to drive my brother to the mechanic so his car could get fixed. I was going to sleep for a few hours, but couldn't fall asleep so I decided to drive home at around 4 AM.
The thing was, though, that we had gone to his house on the ferry from Seattle, and I was going to be driving back a different way, which I had never gone. And it was a very dark, pretty scary road, but I very safely made it to Highway 101.
Highway 101 has two lanes going both directions, with a grassy median in the middle, with some places every mile or so to turn around or turn into the road coming off the Highway (of which the road going into my neighborhood is one).
About a mile before I was to turn left into my neighborhood, I was driving 63 in the left-hand lane, getting ready to slow down to turn relatively soon. At that time, they hadn't mowed the grass in the median yet, and it was really tall. Out of this grass jumped a person, who stuck out their thumb to hitchhike, but didn't plan this jump very well and their arm hit my windshield. It happened so fast that all I saw was a hitchhiker's thumb, hand, and arm in front of my windshield.
I was scared shitless. I turned around and went back to see if I could see someone, since I figured that it would probably fuck them up pretty bad to have their arm struck by a 63-mph car. I didn't see anyone. I went home and paced around for about 2 minutes thinking that I had killed someone, and then woke up my mom, who drove with me again to look for the person. We called the police, who came to my house and asked some questions, and thought that I was either hallucinating or it was a deer or some other animal. They had someone drive down the highway, they didn't see anyone either.
I honestly would have thought that I made the whole thing up in my overly-tired mind, except that when my mom and I went to look at the car, the sideview mirror was pushed in. Something definitely hit it.
When the mowed the grass a few weeks later, I was sure they would find a dead body...but they didn't. That hitchhiker just disappeared.