Snorlax

I wake up and go downstairs. It seems to be around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Mom and Dad tell me I have to take some lame standardized test in a town about a half an hour a way, and I had to ask a classmate I don't really know for a ride home. I complained a bit, then my Dad quoted some Latin phrase he never says in real life, and took me to the backyard. My brother came outside and we walk up the hill to my front yard. We enter some sort of convertible car, which looked a bit like an Audi or something. I was playing with the seat adjustment thing, and I woke up. (This time I actually wake up.)