I'm a student at some sort of boarding school. I'm young and surprisingly agile. I have a female partner in this place, although I have the odd sensation that she isn't really my friend. She is a brunette and somewhat younger than I. I do not recognize her face. I distrust the adults at this place because they are there to bring down swift discipline.

My partner likes to get into trouble and I am suspicious she wants me to join her in mischievousness. We're walking outside in between classes. the boarding school is set up very much like UB's south campus. The one building I see time and again appears to be a church. Outside the church some landscapers are planting trees under the watchful eyes of two policewomen(prison labor?). They are also using a drill with an auger bit to bring up dirt, and then placing some sort of explosive charge in the hole. My partner 'sneaks off' but I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She manages to get a hold of a drill and an explosive charge, and it would appear that she is going to plant the charge much like the landscapers, only it'll be a full explosive charge and not the devices the landscapers are using. I ponder if her drill is wide enough to drill the hole she wants.

I inform one of the policewomen about my partner's intentions and she shrugs it off. "Girls will be girls," she says in a rather fake Irish accent. I ask her what the explosive charge is for, but rather than explain its purpose, she explains what it does. The charge is actually mostly a metal piston, with the flat end buried inside the charge, and the explosive on the very end. She explains that the explosive makes the piston go down(sounds like the piston in an engine).

Rather than deal with this crap(I actually thought that), I head for the boundaries of the school property. The school apparently is in an urban area, and I reach the street and a long wall of a height of 4 feet. On the other side is a repair garage, although its parking lot is in serious need of repair and the whole place looks covered in dirt and oil. Business seems good though as you can hear work going on in the background.

I notice my Chrysler LHS is sitting there in the parking lot, but I'm still a youthful lad and I know I don't have my license yet. I walk into the garage and it turns out its the location of my dad's friend's repair shop. He offers to fix my car but won't let me go in the back to see it done. I walk out the door and I hear and explosion. I think to myself, "I don't have to deal with her anymore." Then I awaken.