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I am with Melissa and Granny outside somewhere. It seems dim or dark out. We’re sitting around a dark, smooth but not exactly flat, dinner table sized stone protruding maybe half a foot above the dirt. There are two holes in the rock, about big enough to insert a hand and deep enough to be unable to see where they end. I think Melissa is sticking her hands in them. We’re trying to figure out what animal goes into them, but I’m more worried about what comes out of them. I shine my phone flashlight on one of them to find it filled with water. I think I toss a pebble into it.

I have gotten into my car that is parked on the side of a residential road. It is dark out. I think I am parked facing the wrong way. I turn the key but the engine just chokes and does not start. Flustered, I try again. It still won’t start… but I realize the car is already started. Part of what aids in this realization is the fact that I see the curb appearing to slowly slide backwards. The car is moving, so I start to step on the gas. It seems to be light out now, as I’m driving on a two (or four?) lane road. A white SUV is stopped at an intersecting road to the right; I see her waiting, but then she pulls right out in front of me. I have to brake and honk. She looks a little confounded as she slowly starts to drive in the other direction. I watch her in my mirror and see her pull out in front of another car, a green SUV with wood paneling. This car has to swerve, and ends up partially over the curb. The white car is stopped as well. The driver of the green SUV (a shorter, pudgy black lady?) gets out immediately, storms over, and punches the other lady through her open window. I am at a light and can watch them in my mirror as they brawl on the street. The black lady now lifts the other lady (who is holding a folding lawn chair?) as high as she can and slams her down to the ground. I’m a little shocked that just happened, and I’m pretty sure that’ll be the end of their fight.