FryingMan

super late to bed (2am), there were more dreams than this but forgotten

+(f) some powerful person is going to cement his/her power base by offering goats as sex objects to the men in a region. There is a view of a goat lying on its back in the road with its legs spread (ew).

+(f) sitting with some people, one is a woman, her face has fox-like features: pointy eyebrows and nose. She is naked(?). She has a lot of hair on her inner thighs but none on her genitals. She also has thick hair under her arms that pokes out the front. I note her face and think it's fairly unusual.

+ Outside in a gray half-lit environment, there is a large open ice skating rink to my right. I'm sitting on the ground. I see a girl skate across the rough ground from my left to the my right and enter on to the relatively smooth surface of the rink. I'm trying to scoot myself to get up to speed, still sitting on the ground. I'm using some sharp/wide elements (like wide stiff putty knives) in both hands to push off the ice and get up to speed. I drop one of these and cut my hand/finger along its edge, it's very sharp and razor thin on the edge. Coming back towards the rink I'm about to enter the rink and want to get up to speed of doing some front/back crossovers. Two (male) skaters are zooming by me and I need to slow down to let them go by, they're moving fast and are doing crossovers around the corner of their turns. I follow their progress, they proceed to my right down the long edge of the rink and turn and do a jump, just a single turn, I think not too impressive but still very smoothly done. I get on to the ice and want to get up to speed.

+ On AH near cousins' old place. I get into my (fairly old, beat-up [FALSE]) car, and I begin manipulating the controls [DAY RESIDUE of paying more attention while driving], the car creaks and the gears grind noisily but I start driving slowly. Then I'm backing up and I go by a driveway with a chest of drawers I recognize, hey, that's OUR chest of drawers! What's it doing there? There is a carton of slides (photographs) on top and I take a look and I see [imaginary] scenes from my family's and my youth. I see myself at music camp playing [TRUE] playing the saxophone [FALSE] in a group (it's also sax I think, actually a bit too small for alto and too large for soprano), and wonder if that was one of those fun "swap your instrument" activities. I'm in this location a while and trying to think if I can just grab my stuff and go. The current "owners" are also there. A guy rolls in to the room with his legs in an elaborate structure (some sort of training device?) and he opens it and stands up. A table is over-turned and I'm looking at how it's put together.