It was night time, and there were a bunch of my family members in the garage at the Miller farm. (my maternal grandparents) Matthew, Michelle, my mom, Emily and Simon were there, as well as maybe one or two others. There was lots of light inside the garage, which was unusual because in waking life, I don't think there was any electricity or lights in there.
We were all working on getting the two sides cleared out, but mainly the side where the old pick-up truck and tractor used to be. As time went on, we got things out and it was looking very nice inside, although it was still very old with the twisted wood and dirt and board floor. I have no idea where we were putting the stuff that was inside, but it was disappearing anyway.
Eventually it was light outside, and we wound up outside of the garage, on the side that the road was on. I'm not sure what we were doing out there, but I was there with Simon, who was 4 years old at the time. We wound up having a run-in with some bees or wasps, which scared Simon. I think I wound up either taking his hand or just picking him up, and we ran off away from the bees towards the road but staying within the field behind the garage.
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