Crash

I am driving down a deserted street full of trash, pushing full boxes out the way with the bumper. It is not my car, but an old 70s town car. There is a kid on a bike riding near me. Then I am in an old house. There is an old man there. He is the owner or caretaker? Then I am laying on the floor of the empty living room on a pile of blankets or sleeping bags on the wood floor. I am curled up with a girl. We are trying to hook up but the kid is there. He wants to sleep where we are, he keeps laying down on the other side of the girl. At one point, I am fondling her breast and I look down and see the boy asleep wrapped around her legs using her ankles as a pillow as if she was a giant teddy bear.
Then I am upstairs in a room with Dad. He takes my pipe off a dresser and lights it with a cheap bic lighter. He says, “I don’t know how much marijuana you want to smoke.” He inhales? And hands the pipe to me. I take a hit and say, “I didn’t know you smoked.” He replies, “I don’t.”