Ravemaster7

I am in a large city, in an open street. There are many trucks all around with large boxes in them. There are suited people nearby. I ask one man, "What's in those things, Magic cards?" And as he tells me, I realize, no, they're vending machines. Someone hands me an open 12-pack of Coca Cola and we start running. I guess I'm supposed to deliver it somewhere, but as we get farther from the heart of the city, there are more areas that are not good for running through. The man and I come across a group of people sitting near some trees. I stop to talk to them, but there is some sense of urgency and we are off again soon.

I am outside my house, standing in my street. I brush my hair forward over my face only to realize it is long in the back, and sticks up like a Super Saiyan's. I try to take a picture with my phone, but all the shots turn out blurry.

I am at some theme park with my friend Bryan. He and I are supervising some kind of log ride that lectures about history. A man and his extensive family are waiting to get on, and they try telling us why America is flawed and evil. They keep stopping mid-sentence to stuff their faces with food that they brought. Bryan and I try to talk some sense into the people. We keep coming to the same conclusions and voicing them at the same time. We get fed up and decide to leave and go behind the ride to a beautiful park with a view of the lake behind the water ride.

Bryan and his girlfriend Lynette and I are all in my room, but instead of my normal bed, there is a king-size bed, and we are all laying on it in our bathing suits, talking about random things. My parents burst in and act as if they had caught Bryan and Lynette having sex or something, because they start pulling extra clothes on and apologizing. I get mad at my mother and grab her by the wrist, demanding an explanation for her irrational actions.