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I'm in a big group of friends at my school, casually sitting on a picnic table and sinking my teeth into an apple. I'm pretty annoyed because this one girl is being super clingy, holding onto my arm and stroking my face, and her fingernails are causing pricks of actual pain to my skin. Some unknown que from my mind helps me to realize that it is time for me to leave, and I walk up to a massive pickup truck in the carpool line and get in. Inside is one of the girls who rides with me in real life up in the front, and some random woman who is driving. I wish my description of the dream could live up to the enticing title, but all I recall is driving slowly along in the car with light gray skies and a rain sprinkling the windows. The woman driver for some reason asked me a question about religion, then got ridiculously offended by me saying that I was an atheist. Things got really hazy at this point, but I remember having a surprising awareness of my surroundings, both outside and inside the car. Needless to say a rather detailed and heated debate ensued, but I can't remember most of it. Pretty much the woman would not back off, even though I tried to be a peacemaker multiple times.