Initially I was driving in my car down a dark road. My lights were on, but I realized that the light that lights up the gas gauge was burnt out, so I was unaware of how much gas I had. I also knew that I was close to empty at the start of my voyage, but couldn't tell how quickly I was running out.
It never occured to me to turn on the light inside the car, and it never occured to me to pull over and fill up the gas tank.
I drove for a while, not really sure where or what happened, but suddenly I had an accident (I hit a car that I really hit a few months ago). I noticed that the car's bumper had been fixed since I hit it last time. The car make was a Toyota Sephoria (I really hit a toyota tercel - unsure where Sephoria came from).
Somehow I appeared at my boyfriends house. It wasn't his real house though, as his place was kind of like a barn. There were stairs up the middle of the house to his parents bed room.
We were just hanging around and talking, and we could obviously tell his parents were having sex upstairs. Suddenly, his mom comes barging down the stairs in boxers. She had her face, but the body was a male body, hence the boxers. She started screaming at me for being at their house past 1 am.
I took off, running as fast as I could until I finally woke up.
