1. There's this fire bird game (not sure what it means). It crashes, and I'm trying to rebuild it in my garage. It's not working out well, and I'm getting frustrated at my dad for not giving clear instructions on how to fix it. There are a bunch of tools and boxes in the garage; the garage is the typical drab grey color.
2A. I'm with some other teenagers. It's raining. I'm wearing a light pink skirt. My sister and I are sitting on a ledge– further down the ledge is a small gate. I pull out my blue umbrella I got in Taiwan and open it, but it comes out wrong and crooked, so I put it out again and try to fix it. A current classmate of mine, Zach Z comes over and sits between the two of us. We talk about something.
2B. Later on, I'm talking with a group of people at a picnic table. Aaron Rodgers walks by with a buddy of his (the buddy looks a bit shady because of his shades and pulled up white hood, but they're talking amiably). They walk over to a gap in a bar fence (that's connected to the ledge I was sitting on before, but looks a little different now). I tell my buds that I want to go talk to AR and ask some of them to come with me. Two guys and a girl (who might be my sis, I'm not sure) follow me. We talk with AR, and then AR and his friend go off. Time gap.
2C. I'm walking a little bit past the same fence AR walked through when a large police force walks up. They're wearing the SWAT uniforms (except I can't remember if they said SWAT or not). They target me and my friends and start following us; they threaten to stab us with a needle drug if we don't tell them what we know. Apparently, they overheard that AR was taking drugs. We correct them and say that he was only talking about drugs, not actually taking it. They demand us to tell them everything. At that time, we're in a car; I'm in the passenger seat, and my girl friend (my sis?) is the driver. She spins the car around so I'm facing the police. I tell them to talk to me and not threaten the others. The driver suddenly turns into a guy; he pleads to the police to not be stabbed by the needle. He goes on to say that he just recently got over being addicted to that drug. A guy in the backseat says a similar thing. I get out of the car to talk to the police. Two of my guy friends go with me (at this moment, the girl who was with me is gone, dunno where she went, but she is safe). I describe what happened to the police, saying that it was raining and I was talking with some friends at a picnic table. I saw Aaron Rodgers and wanted to talk to him, and then I briefly describe the guy he was with, describing him as AR's bodyguard. I went on to say that we met up with him at the gap between the two bar fences, where there was the gate opening. The police guy asks me to describe the pole fence in a different way since he can't picture it, and so I use my hands to draw it out, holding one horizontal and slashing my other hand perpendicularly downwards to describe the pole fence. He then understands.
We walk in a certain direction, and I tell them that we all walked this way. We enter a building; inside is a orangish hue color. We walk through the first empty room, and I explain that as we passed this room, the two guys and AR disappeared. As we walk pass the room, sure enough, the two guy friends of mine disappear (now there's only one man— the police dude— and me). And as I turn the corner to enter into the second room, I say that when I came, there wasn't anyone in the room. But when I turn the corner, I see a group of young men. I immediately notice one holding a gun with the needle attached to the end (he's standing a little bit in front of the others). "I don't remember this.." I say. The man with me grabs my wrist and runs back to the exit (now he's trying to help me, I guess). As we're running, I don't look behind, but I worry that I'll get shot by the needle gun.
Note: does the drug cause amnesia?
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