oxenfree

I was walking around a mall. I when to a restaurant. I eventually wen to a guitar store. I had a guitar and pieces kept falling off it an getting lost. A DC was losing parts of it. It was really frustrating. Then I was going for a walk through the place, it had a grocery store and a hospital. I was heading toward a bathroom, walking in a straight line, behind desks or over them. I was being a little bit rude I guess doing that. I sat down in a chair. Someone sat down next to me and we were talking. Then we were driving in a truck. It was snowy, and roads were dirt and mud. It was like an abandoned neighborhood with houses that were pretty far apart. They were falling apart, not longer a place anyone would live. But this was like a half a mile from the mall. I was getting dropped off and he showed me some space gun he had. Then I was looking at this glider thing attached to the back of the truck. It had a trim adjustment on the back, that was pushed all the way to one side. I somehow knew that it was the reason that the thing had not been flying straight.