My family was taking my dad to some sort of concert he wanted to see. There was a platform above us where other people were dancing, it was more like a club, but we were the only ones below them, along w/ the band, almost the reverse of how stages usually are. A guy came down, and somehow he was accepted by my family and he seemed to be in bad condition, living on his own in a car after being kicked out. At one point he headed outside, and he had our car keys, and my dad was ok with it, but I began to worry that he would try to steal our car, so I ran after him. I got outside and he noticed me and ran down some stairs with me close at his heels towards the car. He opened the back seat, threw his jacket in, and then closed the door turning back towards me. I realized he wasn't going to steal any of our stuff and felt embarrassed for suspecting him. I apologized and hugged him, and he began to lightly kiss my shoulder and up my neck, and I giggled a little but moved my head so he could get to it easier. We began attacking each other's lips and somehow ended up on the ground, our bodies twisted, laughing together. Families began leaving the club and giving us disgusted looks as mothers tried to hide their children, and we just smiled at them and at each other. We finally decided to go back in, and as we entered the whole place seemed to have turned circular, but we walked back over to my family, walking right through the band during their performance, trying to act as if nothing had happened. We wouldn't even look at each other. We began dancing to the music, occasionally glancing at each other smiling, and it made me feel so warm inside that I never wanted to wake up, but that was the instant that I did.
