I'm at an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar and very white and clean neighborhood, as if in a condo. It's like I'm eating breakfast, by a large front window, looking down on my truck parked on the street. Suddenly I realize it isn't my truck, it doesn't have my custom front bumper. I have to find my truck, and I only have 15 minutes before I have to go to class!

I go running through the apartment complex, down a number of winding staircases, running as fast as I can. I don't think I find my truck, but I realize I don't have time before class, so I'm running at top speed, back up the stairs. My dogs are with me, and I am letting them run without leashes because it's the only way we can go fast enough, but some lady frowns at me for the dogs running loose, so I reach down and grab Charlie's collar to show that I have him under control, but Sydney is running around somewhere in the bushes.

I end up on an escalator, going up, still in a big rush, and Sydney is still lost, and I have to run to class. It's too late for me to get off the escalator, but my mom is on the downhill escalator in a crowd. I yell out to her to go down and find Sydney, but she doesn't pay attention, just continues laughing and talking with somebody on the escalator. I yell at her again, getting more intense, "Mom! This is important! You have to go find Sydney! Go down the stairs and then to the left!"