I was crossing the road to go to my bus stop but there was a tree and a crowd of people around it. Upon closer inspection there was an ambulance under the tree. It turns out the crowd of people is mostly made up of people from my school. Some people start making disgusted comments about what has apparently been a gruesome crash. Instead of catching a bus, this whole group of tiny taxi-like vehicles drive up to which we get in and all drive off to a farm which I identify as my friend Chester’s.* So we chill at the farm for a while, some teachers show up and I go back to my taxi to pick up a book I left behind.
*Chester doesn’t have a farm. Neither do any of my friends.