Stringless

I am with seth driving in a little mini jeep along a race track. The jeep is too small for me to sit comfortably in, like its designed for kids, but I am still trying to fit into it as an adult. 

I ask him how I should sit in it. He suggests up on the back of the seat, but I decide to squeeze into the seat so I have a lower centre of gravity and feel safer. 

I drive along, its like I am at my old school, st maries. 

I bump into simon. He is talking with one of his friends. They have a bunch of little bits of string. Each one of them represents one of the girls in their class, and they are playing a game, dividing the strings between them, to see which ones they get. 

I feel left out. I don't have any strings. 

I drive back to my home which is in a large wall box, and climb up into it. I enjoy the security of the space and the familiarity, but I still feel lonely.