Slashed Tires...

Last night's dream is another blur, for the most part. But, I'll do my best to provide as much detail as I can recall.
It seems I was at school again and yet, I also seemed to be either at my house or my parent's house...or a combination of the two.
One part seemed to be in a cafeteria. At one point, there was a guy laying down on the floor with his legs against a wall, smoking a cigar and drinking some kind of alcohol, which seemed to be a no-n0 because I remember wondering how he was getting away with it.
The last, and most dominant thing I remember was my brother-in-law coming into the house and telling me that his tires on his truck had been slashed. I ran out to the garage and the driveway and all tires on all four cars were slashed. By all four cars, I mean mine, my hubby's, the bro-in-law's and my father-in-law's cars all had slashed tires. My father-in-law was nowhere in my dream but, he was there somewhere...or at least, his car was.
That's it. I woke up and that is all I can remember.