I was in some event in my old school. I had gone there along with T., and we were having a lot of fun. I was kind of thinking about how everyone always say I should date T. (IRL), so I decided to give it a try. We would be hanging out and having fun, but when I tried any advances, she'd just avoid them or even push me away. It was like she didn't understand what I was trying to do, which made me wonder what was up with her. Eventually, things were growing a little awkward, and though I had been driven by some sort of passionate desire for her, I was getting tired too. We sit outside the school, and after a failed attempt to kiss her, we just sit watching the street. The sun is setting. Around this time I look at her and it's B. (male), not her, and somehow the whole dream and my memory of it changed as if he had come there with me. Huh.

We head out and go to this farm. There's a lot of dialog and some stuff that, while apparently interesting (I seemed to recall more in the morning), it's gone now. It turns out there was more to this farm and the surrounding area, but for the moment we didn't seem to know/care/do something about it. B. went to the back of the farm house to get some sleep. I went in through the front. Surprisingly, I see a robber sneaking in the house. I tackle him and, despite he being thin and looking shorter than me, he holds me up on his shoulder and tries to kill me. I grab a glass bottle and we fight, with me hanging on his shoulder ridiculously. Apparently, he flees, and I'm not hurt.