I get a job as a trucker. It’s a physically demanding job at times.
I’m with dad… he disappears.
I drive up to some low income house with signs of drug dealing. It has a Keith-Richards-Grateful-Dead feel. I park perpendicular to their driveway, blocking the driveway. Then, people start arriving.
Grandma died; this is her funeral celebration. It’s a barbecue. Nice laid back feel.
There’s dad, helping out with the work. He is a bit distant to the group, but quietly sympathetic.
Where am I?
A map reveals we are in in West Virginia on the property of some cult that Grandma was friendly with. It’s a big chunk of land called Giaim which stands for India + some other Asian countries, since that cult’s religion is heavily influenced by Asian culture. We are in an area labeled Free Passcodes.