I was driving from Jersey with my grandfather. He was driving and I was in the passenger seat. It was dark out. I got tired and went into a deep sleep. It was then I had a vision. It began with me, and three other people. I didn't know who they were and I didn't know their exact age. However, based on their height, facial hair and slouching, it was most likely they were adolescents. I didn't know who or what I was because I couldn't see myself. So we were talking. We were in a locker room getting ready for something. Nothing specific, but for some reason I knew none of us wanted to be there at all. We talked about leaving, about taking a pickup truck and driving aimlessly on the highway just because we didn't care. So we left the room and nobody noticed. I guess that's how dreams are; you could walk out of a place you're supposed to be and nobody would notice or care. So that's what we did. And there was a pickup truck right in front of us. There was a shotgun in the trunk. There were only two seats available so two of us had to sit in the trunk. I did with another guy. We drove across the highway while it was dark until we saw a truck full of beer. For some reason, we all wanted to drink. Really badly. So the guy in the front drew up a sign and put it on the window directed at the truckers. There were two of them. They stopped their truck and asked what was wrong. We said there was a flat tire. They said they could fix it. So while they were looking at it, we quietly snuck into their truck and drove off. We could hear them cursing behind us. We drove for a long time until we hit a town in Maryland called Potomac. We were driving kind of fast and didn't notice a street sign that said no trucks, so we stepped on the breaks. But it was a little too late, and the load hit something like a wall, a house, or a building and everything spilled inside. We wanted that beer really badly by then, so we opened the door and it all came spilling out quickly. We drank what we could. One of the guys was very drunk and started feeling suicidal. So he jumped in front of a moving car and died right where he fell. The other two were fighting. They strangled each other dead. I was the only one left. I was a little drunk too. So I ran. And that's when I woke up. It took me a few seconds to realize I was dreaming and then I snapped back to reality. I was still in the passenger seat of the car my grandfather was driving. We then drove down to our town in Maryland called Potomac, where a group of police cars surrounded a pickup truck and three dead bodies. And in the pickup truck was a shotgun. One of the police officers held up a wanted poster. And on that poster was a picture of me.