I had a dream last night where my brother and our friend Greg had a quarter stick of dynamite, and we drove down to the home of some guy I hated before I moved a few years back and, upon discovering the no one was home, drove into his backyard and use to the quarter stick blow up some wooden structure he was building. Of course the explosion was huge and violent, and we ran back to the car and drove off laughing. A week later (in dream time) we came into possesion of a weaker explosive and decided to use it to un-do any repairs that had been made to the wooden structure. We got there and, again, it appeared that no one was home, but I had a funny feeling. Greg and my brother went off the light the explosive in what remained of the little shack, while I stayed back and watched the car for some reason. After the detonation, I could see a woman watching us from inside the house (looked like Laura Bush) and I yelled for my companions to hurry up and get into the car. When we did, we got caught- like, action movie style. All these other cars rolled up and blocked the driveway. That's when we made the decision to plow through the (split rail) fence and make a run for it.
And that's where the dream ended. Shame, it would have been a sweet chase because Greg drives a BMW X3... And I suppose having a nice car makes the chase cooler? I don't know, leave me alone.