I was cleaning my parents' garage and someone had a really nice car but it was taking up too much room so I folded it up until it was the size of a vacuum. Whomever I was cleaning with had mentioned that he was sorry that he would have to leave the keys in it, which were just dangling in the ignition.

Later I was at a concert and I sat in the orchestra section with my old neighbor Tim Brennan and one other friend (although I can't recall who). At some point I realized that my parents and sisters were up in the balcony so we all rushed up to be with them. On our way up you could hear a popular Ratt song starting to play so we scrambled even faster up the stairs.

When we reached the top my family was in the front row and once we sat down all of them started laughing and joking and it was disrupting everyone behind us who were trying to watch the concert.

At some point a woman came onstage and started throwing these snowball-sized balls of compacted powder into the crowd, and the trick was to catch it and throw it again without it breaking and then you'd win a prize. I must have caught about five of them but they broke upon catching them every time.

After the show my parents drove me home but it was all a blur and I woke up in the middle of the night only to find all the streets surrounding my house filled with cops. They had apparently just apprehended a guy and they were screaming at him and beating him as they forced him over to the police van. I scrambled to find my camcorder but gave up looking once I saw that he has been put in the van already.

I left my apartment and started wandering around the city but it was still dark and too early for anything to be open. Eventually I found this art exhibit where this man had designed hundreds of those old saloon doors and they had lined them up so you had to walk through all of them before you could exit.

As I pushed through them as fast as I could I could hear Ira Glass (the host of This American Life) interviewing this artist and talking about how he remembered speaking with him when he first started the project.

I pushed through the last of the doors and found myself in this small room. From the interview I knew that one of the walls was fake so I pushed on them until I found the one which opened and let me outside.

When I got outside I found myself in a junkyard filled with old motorcycles and a bitter old man was standing there as I exited, as if he was waiting for me the entire time.

"Get off my property, and then call this organization and tell them to lock that wall because you are all trespassing. This is private property."

I jumped onto the railroad tracks that ran through the backyard but there was a fence preventing me from leaving. Behind me the man continued his rant, and calmly, as if spoken by Clint Eastwood, I said "You just mind your own business and I'll mind mine."

There was a small sign that read "Caution: Electric Fence" and although I thought it was a bluff I still continued looking for a gap or a way to jump over it because I didn't want to discover that it wasn't.