I'm driving somewhere, I think with Dave. The road is crowded with cars driving recklessly. Most of them are trucks that look like elaborate, exaggerated toys. But then the road is also full of these other trucks carrying yellow rectangular loads that seem dangerous. I want to get off the road, but we're also interested in the trucks.

I go home, and I'm living in a big, old, and rather complex house. Tiffany lives in a room upstairs and I borrow someething from here, I believe a video game. She comes with me back to my living quarters and is trying to explain to me how to set it up. There's also someone younger that is with me, but I don't remember who.

I look out the window, and comment that the cars are going the wrong way down the road. Then I say that they seem to be going very quickly, running away from something. I start toward a window on the other side of the room and there is the sound of an explosion and a flash of light. At the other side, I can see some evidence of destruction but it's not clear what happened.