A watch, fire, flood, boat crash, party and decapitation

I'm in the North Carolina house, on vacation from my current job in Minnesota. I'm admiring a watch my dad had given me some time ago. I realize I've never wound it up and there's no battery nor a way to wind it, although there's a ring around the face that rotates. I tell my parents it doesn't have a battery, but they don't believe me. They are leaving for an evening church service and I wonder if it's Christmas Eve but look at my watch and see it's still two days away.

I'm still admiring my watch after they leave, while I'm tinkering with it, the crystal face breaks and a liquid leaks out and catches fire on Christmas decorations. I frantically but successfully put all the flames out. As I'm ensuring I didn't miss any flames, the front door opens and a torrent of water rushes into the house which rapidly floods. I run to the kitchen and am suddenly on the roof trying to unclog drains to stop the house from flooding.

All of a sudden it's dark throughout the house and the flooding hasn't happened. I'm looking for lights to turn on and a broom and dustbin to clean up the ashes from the fire. I can't find light switches. I'm looking in the garage and pick up a bicycle wheel and roll it down a flight of stairs. It rockets back up as if someone has thrown it. I'm terrified and find the button to open the garage door. As I run out, I see that the stairs have been sealed off half-way down by a wall of newspaper.

There is a red convertible parked in the driveway. I approach it to tell them to leave and find five rednecks in it. I decide to be suave and reason with them. I bum a cigarette. One of them asks me if I have any [garbled word]. I ask him to repeat and he repeats the word, which I hear but don't know what it means. Seeing I still don't understand, he says, "I'm asking you if you want any speed." I tell him I don't like speed. Headlights approach and I tell them it's my parents and they'll call the cops. The rednecks peel out of the driveway.

It wasn't my parents. I walk back towards the garage, the door is now closed. A vehicle comes barreling down the driveway and crashes into the garage door. I run to help the occupants of the vehicle which is a blue fiberglass sailboat with wheels. I try to yell at people on the street for help. At first I can't yell, but eventually cry out for someone with a cellphone. A woman emerges from the wreck, dazed but apparently unhurt. She has a toddler with her. She sits down on lawn furniture and I ask her what happened. She says they were rolling down the hill and lost control.

I'm back in the house. There's a lot of people I don't know having a party all throughout the house. They are giving brief political opinions which are met with cheers and jeers. A man says the most important Amendment to the Constitution is the 12th and when asked, he explains the 10th. He reaches under our kitchen table and asks rhetorically, "What do you think about my illegal gun?"

He aims the over-sized machine gun at people behind me and opens fire. A old professor type man on the other side of the house fires a bazooka at the man. When the smoke clears, I see that the barrel of the first man's weapon has bent in a U back towards his face. He knows it's going to fire and there's a look of shock on his face. The gun fires and the spray of bullets neatly decapitates him.