i was going to my high school. i was parked either in or next to something called "7 of the fields." one of my guy friends that might've been my boyfriend told me he was going to leave. there was some sort of robbery thing or some kind of criminal thing going on, but i don't know what it was. another one of our friends was there, too. i told him i was going, too. he didn't want me to, but i got my way. the other guy came, too.

we were going in the car. sometimes there were 3 of us and sometimes there were 4. i remember we stopped at a convenience store. i got some minute maid orange soda. i was laying down in the back with a bunch of stuff, and i had a sheet pulled over me. i really wanted to stop. it was night time, and i wanted to stop at a motel or something. we were in the desert in the middle of nowhere. the other guy wanted to stop, too. we talked my boyfriend (or whatever) into stopping. we got into the motel room. it had a kitchen. my boyfriend went outside to smoke. i threw something away into the kitchen trash, and i got a vision. i knew someone was coming for him. i went outside and told him. i cried, and i said we shouldn't have stopped. that they were coming. he hugged me, and then the 3 of us started running. we ran to a train, and hopped on it. the police had come and were searching through the motel.

on the train, we were captured by some sort of mexican drug mafia. the leader was a chick, and she really hated me. we were all in chains and put in this weird room. my boyfriend told me that i had to dislodge my shoulder, and then i could get free. we talked about how just because it was done in the movies, didn't mean i could just do it there. then i saw some sort of cannister of something explosive, and i set the place on fire.

somehow i ended up with a bunch of other people that were enslaved by some crazy group of people. we went to the beach. then we were leaving. one girl didn't want to leave, so they killed her. we were supposed to be gathering eggs on the beach. they were really small eggs. i had to carry them, but the basket was too full. i knew that if one of the eggs fell out, i was going to get killed. we were ambushed by some sort of crazy neo-nazi lunatics. they all had automatic weapons and army fatigues on. i was in the corner of some sort of dark shack (still in the middle of the desert). one of the crazy neo-nazi guys went in there with his weapon, and i pretended i was dead. he was about to shoot me again just to make sure when either he had a change of heart or someone came to save me.

i don't remember much else except that there was something significant about the field name "7 of the fields." it might have been singular, but i don't remember. it might have just been "7 of the field." oh well.