I'm at little reunion with some people from my high school; they are some girls that I never particularly associated with, a half dozen or so of them. We're just standing around in something that looks like the outdoor area of our school. The only one I recognize is Trina, a funny looking popular girl I don't really know who is in real life, somehow on my Facebook feed.

One of the girl gives every a flower on departure, a blossom with large white petals. But mine is sort of the last pick of the lot, with a stem that is badly splitting. I start walking away, and hold the flower above my head, shaking it. All the petals fall off, and I toss the remaining stem.

In a different scene, I'm with Vera, leaving what appears to be a camping spot, to go home. She volunteers to drive, which I'm happy about because I'm very tired, so I can sleep. I start to get in the car but the door is stuck in the mud because the front wheel is off the pavement, and my weight is enough to stick the corner of the door into the ground. I get out and tell Vera that she has to drive forward a little and turn to get the door unstuck. Then I notice that my truck is there too, oh yeah, I have to drive that home, and laugh.