Dome of Van

BAM! BOOM! Fire burst out in a flash of rage as we drove up near. I new there was something about that van that was eerie. But that it would explode just yards in front of my eyes, I was not imagining. Myself and a few others were in a suburban, driving somewhere, when boom bam a white parked van blew up just in front of us. A stale police car drove very close up behind us, as if it were planning to pull us over, then quickly sped by as if we were not even there, and raced around the corner. The squad car soon pulled round on up to the afterburn of the van's explosion. "Wonder what happened..." "...What's going on..." We sort of parked in the middle of a side street to watch and listen to this intense event. Boys on scooters passed us by, completely dark and unrecognizable in the darkness of the night. After a short time, the trivial journey we were previously on was resumed. Back on the freeway now, I was still in shock of the sight just beheld and was speaking quite excitedly about it. But at this point, no one seemed to be quite as excited as I. In fact, they barely agreed with anything I was saying. The site of the explosion was visible in a field at a distance, and as soon as my eyes rebeheld the situation, it was half van, half fire, then half dome. A half-dome charred just in the open end, not a van at all, in a field, not a parking lot at all. Confused. In question of my own memory. We drove on.