I was enlisted to take Kimi Raikkonen’s seat in his Ferrari at a Grand Prix, and finished third. In the dream, this had already happened, and I was dumbstruck by it. How did I actually steer a Formula 1 car for an hour and a half to victory? Why me? I wanted to tell people, but I was embarrassed by the extravagance of the accomplishment. Would they believe me? Who cares, I thought finally—it did happen, and that’s what matters.