I'm in the house I'm currently living in.
However, the colors are all kind of washed out and gloomy.
I lift up my mattress, and there is a monster bag of weed under it.
Then my little brother comes in and tries to steal it.
So I shove it in my bra.
He wants it so bad he's trying to pull it out by the little piece of bag sticking out of my bra.
Then he goes and tells my Mom what I've been smoking, apparently.
She comes in and she's completely cool with it.
At one point, she says something about actually wanting to join me.
She just doesn't care.
Then my cell phone rings.
I look at it and there's a name, so I must know them.
The name is Onyx. Then his last name starts with a 'B', but I can't remember exactly what it was.
Onyx says he wants to hang out with me now, so I should go over to his house.
So I do.
Apparently he and I are good friends or something, because I know exactly where he lives.
I walk in and there's a big fan in his room.
He's sitting behind it.
Now I'm starting to remember that Onyx is quite a troublemaker, but I'm still not sure about the relationship between us.
Then Onyx tells me that he's suicidal.
Then the scene changes.
I'm out on the street, just walking.
I can see my breath; it's winter but there is no snow on the ground.
I get a phone call from Onyx.
I'm just watching myself talk to him, from outside my body.
Then I'm back in my body again, and I'm rushing over to Onyx's house.
Something is really worrying me, but I can't figure out what, since I missed that phone conversation.

Then I wake up.