Sarge_Maximus2

I dreamt that my cousins had come back from a trip and my uncle bought me and my youngest brother a large carton of cigarettes. My brother lit his with a lighter while I commented that lighting it with a match was cooler, and did so with a carton of my matches. While my brother's remained lit and he finished his in due course, my cigarette was periodically going out, and I had pinched the middle of the stick so that drawing smoke from it was hard.
A storm was also brewing in the sky, and I watched as the clouds came together. Then I sped up time and watched the clouds connect into a ceiling of gray.

Then we were on an old street I used to live on (18th street) and Shaun was walking towards our house. For some reason, I knew he was only coming part of the way, and then he'd be going back, so I thought I should offer to drive him back. But he got to the last corner on our block and turned back for his home. I can't remember what happened next, I think I walked with him a ways, but I can't be sure.