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We are driving home. I was with two people. Both looked Caucasian. The area looks more like America than our own country. A friend is driving. We were talking about something.

We arrived "home." Again, an American-type housing. We argued about something. Something about talking to a girl I like. Actually, the two of them argued. I just watched. Then the long-haired friend lent me his mobile sofa. There are controls like a wheelchair.

I drove it out, and we saw our "parents" outside on the lawn, with concerned looks. I drove out on the street, and then realized it's very hard to control. I went back.