It was night time. I was in a park with a bunch of collage students. The park had a bone fire in the middle. The college students were going to smoke some weed, when they noticed the bonfire and started toward it.
Apparently the bonfire was made with weed so everyone was trying to get the fire to smell it. There were clouds of smoke that came from the fire but would move around as if they were alive. Everyone was trying to get into the clouds so they could inhale as much as they could.
The scene ends.
It was daytime. I was in a city that had been laid to waist. There was nothing but rubble. I remember no vegetation.
I recall driving my truck to this location. My dad and brothers were there along with hundreds of other people. Everyone was just milling around.
Suddenly my father was calling to my brothers to leave. I said, I need to get my truck. When I look to my truck a bunch of collage guys were taking off with it. And they had removed the roof.
I went and asked a leader of the people, who happened to a Latino, for help in getting my truck back. I told him that I need a new head gasket and if they drove the truck it would overheat. I told him it was his fault if it was broke. He told me something about some type of legislation that was going to hurt them. So we all left.
We crossed over a bunch of ruins in a truck that was like mine when we had to stop because the enemy people where in front of us. I did not see them I just know they were enemies. The Latino leader and other men left to fight. They then said they needed to get out of there fast and they need to back the truck out. I found my trunk blocking us in. So I got into and tried to drive back to where we came from. But I kept making wrong turns. Also I did not see anyone following me and as I moved I was flying in my truck around the ruins.
