I was with Jack. We were in a fairly rural area in a parking lot. It was more like a public lot where you park to commute.
There was a small campfire going when we pulled up. I peed on it to put it out.
The next thing I know is that I am looking out of my bedroom window from the house I grew up in in GA. I could hear my neighbor yelling how gifted I was but I was prideful. Over and over.
The, we are back at the parking lot, and I hear sirens. A lady comes driving in the parking lot in a brown, unmarked police car. She drives around to see the smoldering fire as Jack walks towards it carrying a camping shovel.
I told him to tell her that I peed on it, but she never stopped. She just drove off.