I dreamt that I had a job in Johnston. I had finally moved out of my parents' house and into a small apartment. I needed to keep a network router/hub plugged into the network connection as part of that job, but still had to commute back to Middletown. The apartment was dirty and had grim everywhere and the toilet had brown water in it. I figured I shouldn't bother living there, but I needed to have that Hub plugged in somewhere in that building, so I'd have to continue paying rent even if I didn't use it anymore. I was somewhat depressed about having to live in filth, but excited that I was finally on my own.

Later I was at a school, and some girl got her leg cut off somehow, and I (wasn't me though, it was someone else, I was just viewing it from a first person POV) tried creating a temporary prosthetic leg out of two screwdrivers and some thick wire.

The school was having a 9/11 tribute gallery of sort from the students. Each was presenting their piece and two Latinos started messing it all up. They took off in their truck, and the driver was in a trance of sorts, behind the wheel (literally behind the wheel, between it and the dashboard) facing backwards while chanting, and the other guy sat normally in the passenger seat asking 'what you doin' man'. They were driving carelessly though the street and came to a building and crashed through it. Some guy was playing catch with a football, and fell into the street in front of the truck. It drove over him, but bounced enough to not touch him, and he was fine. The POV went back into the truck and cops were now coming from the other direction and shooting things at the truck. The truck was shooting lasers back at the cops and 9/11 projects, and were killing a lot of cops and helicopters.

Eventually it all came back around again and I met someone from highschool and he was mad that I never made an effort to call him after all these years.