I am in a heavily wooded town, with many pine trees. It seems to be a small town in the Northwest. I am in a car in a gravel parking lot outside a small corporate building. I am trying to get a story out of a friend of mine next to me in the backseat, but he is giggling too much to talk. He is under the influence of marijuana. Two sober friends of mine are in the front seats, laughing at his attempts at speech. I begin to laugh too. Another friend, also high, walks up to the driver window and greets us.
I am now in the middle of a pine tree forest in a clearing. There is a group of "popular" and socially discriminative fellows sitting around a fire, though it is around sunset. This includes my friends, some peers i know of, and an extremely beautiful girl. Next to us is a singular trailer. They are playing a frivolous game where they throw an orange trucker cap where they'd never want to retrieve it. The girl throws it at me, and it hits my leg. Clearly insulted, i mock their uproar of laughter and throw the hat and a large bag of weed that the girl made me hold into the thick woods. I stomp off up a street into my friend's house, which is owned by me in this dream. I sit down inside, and my friends come to scold and partly console me. I look down the street and see my school principal, Dr. Parkinson, walking down to the group. He then walks up to the porch where i am sitting on the doorstep, and kneels down next to me in the late-day golden sunlight. One of his eyes is blood-red, making him appear sickly. He is very close to my low, pouting face. I look like a guilty puppy. He enters into a speech about Phoenixville's beauty and I imagine a scene of brick house rooftops in the sunset. He explains that my behavior is the kind of thing that squanders this beauty. He is, however, very kind and understanding, as he usually is with juvenile delinquents. He then leaves, and me and my friends applaud his beautiful speech.
