FryingMan

+ objects I need are strewn over a hill, I try to gather them, indigenous people put up barriers; dirt; there may be some sexy pictures involved on some device, I want to gather these.

+ I'm watching 2 guys and 1 girl playing a sexy card game. The older guy is one my side and we're facing the younger guy and a girl younger than him sitting behind him. The younger guy has just drawn a losing card and looks disappointed.

Spoiler for sexually explicit:

The older guy (winner) has a big long erect penis and it slowly moving it in the direction of the mouth of the younger guy, who's going to have to suck it. The younger guy apparently doesn't want to but he will. Another scene: a naked girl in the distance?

+ In our group of adult superheroes, only the developmentally disabled child (girl) got all the information. (The girl is TZ). I go to lie down on a couch for a nap, PZ (mother of TZ) says something like "there goes <my name>", she's critical of me taking a nap. I say jokingly "I'm just gathering my thoughts". I've brought a cup of some drink with me and put it on the coffee table to my right as I lie down on my back on the couch.

+ I'm in an office in the morning. I hear people talking "offstage" and imagine they're in a morning meeting. I'm in the break room and look at leftover food on the counter. Puffy white doughy rolls, somewhat pointed at each end. They look somewhat like pork buns. One of them is dark (blue/purple?) I break it in half there is some inky black stuff on the insides, I take a bite thinking it might be a pork bun? As I continue moving through the room I notice on the right side of the shelf a platter with what looks like a long piece of a pasty that is covered in an orange-ish jam.

I'm in a meeting with some people looking at and discussing a very successful product, nobody seem to know how it works or why people like it.

+(f) in the music camp cafeteria, half-lit, not much is left along the tables to eat, I see small shaped pancakes in little individual cups, I pick these up and stuff the in my mouth, I spit them out, very low quality batter and syrup, I wonder if there will be anything for me to eat here.

+ running through the airport trying to find the gate for the plane to Belarus. I'm on an upper level and realize I know there's a hotline phone just down some stairs and around a corner. There's not much time left to get on the flight. I go down and around the corner and there's a short line of people in front of me, I'm frustrated by this. I get to the phone and there's a 4-digit calling code, I'm a bit concerned I won't enter it correctly but a black man standing behind me says (some) of the numbers over my shoulder. The call connects and I hear a (female?) voice that says "You can probably still make it if…" and I immediately hang up once I hear I may still make it so I can race to the gate.

I have some luggage with me and I'm running up a short stairway that takes a 90-degree right turn, there's a slow woman there, I can't get by her at first but then I push past her, apologizing. I"m on an upper level and go to a woman at a podium and ask where is the plane to Belorus. She says on the lower level. I run to go down and I'm on top of some ceiling of a structure and I look down and see a sign for a (woman's bathroom?), I get down and ask where is the plane to Belorus, and I'm directed somewhere and I run there. I arrive at a historical re-enactment sort of museum of old time Belorus with a young lady in traditional costume, realize the mistake, and get frustrated "doesn't anybody know the way to the plane?" She sympathizes with me but I get even more upset and yell something about the "f%^&ing morons!" in the airport.

I'm running up some sort of incline and realize my luggage is on the plane including my personal backpack with my tablet in it, this is why you *never* should give your backpack to the plane before you get on it yourself!

I imagine the plane is taxiing on the runway, and "see" the people seated on the plane, if I ran out there would they lower the stairway? Probably not.

I'm climbing through cages/poles on an incline, I'm in the plane, my mother is with me, she's saying (because she doesn't have a suitcase) "I'm going to have to buy underwear there."

Going through border control, I see (me?) a guy walks by one guard lifting his carry-on up to cover his face, the guard doesn't care. The guy goes by another guard who's busy trying to operate some (vending machine?) and the guy pats the vending machine a few times, gives the guard a thumbs up (he fixed it?) and walks on.