The Desk.

I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but at some point, my mom started yelling at me for a scratch on the car, and I ran off. I just up and ran. I did that once, my mom was yelling at me about getting my hair cut or something stupid, so I just got in my car and drove back to Wilmington. Anyway, I ran off through our backyard, followed the creek, and got to this trail. There were a couple people with backpacks and such milling around, up and down the trail. One of them was a little older than me and looking pretty rough. He didn't say anything, but slipped a couple quarters in my hand, and pointed me up the trail. As I got further along, it was apparent that right behind the creek in my backyard was a massive hobo jungle, back in the woods. I kept walking and finding people I know, asking if they woul come with me, but nobody would. They all were complacent to scrape a living out of the hobo jungle. Then I come to this train station. In the middle of the woods, a huge, modern train station. There were still a lot of hobos in there, but it was a regular station, with people going everywhere. I looked at the board at where all the trains were going, and picked Denver, but nobody would come with me. Then I saw one of my sort-of ex's, one I kinda did wrong a while back, and she looked in bad shape. I had a big stack of quarters in my pocket now, and one of the hobos warned me not to count them out in the open. I wandered around behind where the girl was, and heard her friend say that she thought she saw me a minute ago. Then I came up behind her, slipped the quarters into her hand, and shuffled off without them seeing my face. That's where the dream ended, I think, at least I don't remember any more. Now I have to talk to my mom. Damnit.