The Farm Party Dream.

I am parked outside the super-Wawa with dad. I am pointing out to him a group of girls standing under the gas-pump-pavilion. A group of boys comes up to my car, guys i know from school. They are talking about one of them got drunk at another kid's party, and one told me not to be like him. I thought this was stupid, usually older alcoholics tell me this. Then a very funny guy i know from school walks up, as i note to my dad that he is wearing a Spongebob shirt. This isn't exactly what he would wear, but it was funny. I tell my dad how funny this guy is, and the boy seems to start to be funny, doing funny body motions and messing with another kid i know from German class. Then, i seem to invited to a party a small farm house out far in a field, but the entrance is the same as the Wawa, at first. Me and Nick arrive, no one is there. My aunt, who is apparently hosting, tells us the kids will be there, and that the adults have their own party in another room. The room is monotonously gray, small, and dusty, and a door leads to another room just like it, but with kitchen objects and a door outside. I go outside and see that my ex-girlfriend and people i'd be embarrassed in front of are coming across the parking lot, evidently invited. I have a large black winter coat on, one i used to wear at all hours during the Winter. I jump behind an old couch that is covering the door that was on one side of the room. As i lay as flat as possible, they still notice me. I get up, smiling, looking away from them, into the bathroom. I brush my hair, which is longer here, to perfection. Then, as i shyly walk back in, i ignore the guests i was avoiding, and i sit with Nick on a dusty gray couch. As the scenery outside is now nighttime, a wide open sky, the farmhouse attached to a large farm, the farmhouse and farm in the middle of an enormous deserted field, attached to civilization outside only by one long dirt road, a funeral hearse rides down the road towards the house, and evidently crashes. It is turned over, so me, Nick, and a guy and girl from my school go and inspect the wreck. No one's in it, but we find the axle wasn't working or something. We want to blow it up, for whatever reason. We find a fuse, and I light it. I repeatedly tell them it's going and that we should run, and after a while, they hear and we run. The hearse explodes with great gusto. We see the city lights far off down the road, and spot police lights coming this way. We run at extreme speeds back to the farmhouse. We make it in, but Nick is left behind. As he walks up, we realize the cars weren't police cars, they were just white trucks.