I'm riding in a huge car, in some foreign city, driven by my friend. It isn't his car, it's his friend's. He tells me how he tries to crash it just because he doesn't like it. I'm sitting facing backward behind the driver's seat, and he tells me I can sit somewhere else if I like, but there don't seem to be any other seats.

We end up in a little train-car, exiting the station on the train tracks. My friend Ty is driving, and we're definitely not supposed to be there. The rail takes a big curve to the left coming out of the station, and then a steep drop like a roller-coaster, and at the bottom is what appears to be a garbage dump, with a few people milling around in the garbage.

As I'm watching, out from a dripping water-pipe comes a skinny guy dressed in a red Santa Claus suit. What's up with that? I tell Ty, but he didn't see it. We decide to go back there and check it out, so he drives us the other way on the track, and back up the hill to the curve. Just then we see a large, fast train coming out of the station in our direction. Ty quickly starts us in the other direction. I ask him if we're going to be able to make it, and he says we will have to go as fast as we can, then maybe. I say well maybe we'd better just jump out while we can, and he agrees. Just before we take the steep downhill, Ty catapults out onto the grass, and I try to follow, but the train car tips with my weight and I can't quite get out of the way. I scramble to get free before the train gets there.