As you're walking away, you stop and turn back to the man. "Actually," you say, "could I trouble you for a ride? I drove myself out here but, well, I kinda gave away my car."
He doesn't even humor the idea. "Nope," he says, "sorry, but I don't give rides to strangers." With that he turns back inside and shuts the door on you.
You stand dejected, alone, and without transportation. For dramatic effect, it starts to rain. You wake up from this dream of desolation feeling somewhat depressed.