FryingMan

+(f) helping a woman with a stroller up a hill

+ summary: hike, evading dinosaurs
I'm walking down a wide path in nature, leaves cover the ground, trees are overhead. I'm thinking how much I love backpacking, I'm slinging my backpack on my back while I walk. This is only a day-pack, but I imagine that it could be a full camping backpack.
Up ahead there's a T-rex chasing hikers uphill on a connecting path. I definitely want to avoid the T-rex so I go off-trail heading downhill. I encounter 3 Allosauruses, one is sleeping on the ground and I climb practically right up on to it and it wakes up, another I try to dodge by keeping a small tree between us (and think how futile this is). I keep running downhill and wonder how many more I'll have to evade.

+ summary: in too-small 2nd shower, clingy wet curtain, at sink with mom, razor, false teeth
I'm standing in a very small square shower in my childhood home, I'm trying to adjust the shower curtain so that it is entirely inside the shower so that the water does not run out on to the floor, I try to adjust it several times. The shower curtain is wet and clingy and annoying it is clinging to me all over, it is a full circle curtain. I'm thinking of the other, main shower which is all tile and doesn't have a 360-degree curtain, shouldn't I be using that shower instead? I'm talking out loud (to my mother?).
Standing at the sink with my mother (don't see her but I know she's there), I get a razor out of the medicine cabinet and get my own blade cartridge out, I know this is my mothers' razor but I will be replacing the blade. Something doesn't fit? I get out my dad's razor (which looks like something small like a thimble). Then I'm holding a straight set of a bridge of false teeth, and I'm attaching my own module of false teeth to this bridge, it's fitting right into the existing teeth, I will later remove (my mothers?) teeth and attach my own to the apparatus.

+ I'm going somewhere, but I think I'm taking a side-trip to Milwaukee, Wisconsin (from Madison?) on a plane. I think about telling my kids that now I've been to these places in the US, before this trip I'd not been to either place. The plane is landing in a parking lot, I'm driving the plane like a car and I keep trying to brake but there's not enough open ground and I keep having to turn the plane 90 degrees to avoid the parked cars, I think "there's not enough runway!".

Inside, time to check in to the hotel. There's a very long line of people (mostly young women) in the hallway extending up a stairway, this line will take forever! I walk to the front of the line just to check it out and reach an empty theater lobby, there are closed doors all along a wall that lead in the hall, the performance must be in progress and the line of people is waiting for a break in the performance so that they can enter. I encounter an usher who (tells me to go back in line?) I ask "oh so is that line waiting for the show?".

Walking back towards the line I encounter a girl with a loose t-shirt and small breasts who's sort of dancing around, I get some peeks down her shirt, she's also wearing a skirt and I think about trying to peek up it but don't see anything.

I'm kissing a pretty blonde girl who I think looks a lot like SaJa (friend young man, in PA), I think she's his cousin [false memory], should we get married?

I'm in a (hotel room?) lying on a bed/couch right in front of a big TV and on the TV a buxom girl is approaching the camera and showing cleavage, the shot stops with one breast fully exposed right in front of the camera. Someone comes in my room? I try to rewind or clear the screen. There's a second TV a little to the right and slightly farther away, a smaller TV, it is showing the same program as on the first TV but it's at a point earlier in the program. (I see Kyle Chandler, the actor?)

+ summary: gardening in the commune
I'm outdoors in a garden. A small group of people is gathered (sitting/kneeling) around a line of plants growing. The plants are about a foot tall and made up of a lot of small, slightly curled green leaves, sort of like a tea plant or basil. I inspect the plants and see on some of them there are some yellow leaves, and on the one closest to me a big patch of yellowing leaves. The instructor of the group is telling us this is bad, we must keep the plants clean and green. I'm thinking we're supposed to spend all our time outside watching these plants and immediately prune away any undesirable growth. Someone pulls the large clump of yellow leaves off of the plant next to me. I think the plant will be rather barren after this but it looks pretty good, still.

I start to ask pointed questions about what exactly is a bad leaf. One the plant 2nd from the end I'm holding a giant leaf, about 2 feet long, using it as an example: must the leaves all look like this one? Yes it's freakishly large but is it the example of a good leaf? Does any curl at all indicate a bad leaf? I think the instructors are getting annoyed with my questions.

Me and a friend need to clean the dishes up from the garden, we must leave the garden perfectly neat so that in the morning when the work starts it beings with a perfectly clean garden. We carry some dirty dishes and a bucket up to the house from the garden. Do we have to do these dishes? There's a dishwashing woman I think who will do it. I'm scooping some (soggy bread?) out from the dirt as well.

+ summary: "soccer" and dodge-ball, alma mater vs. arch rival
In an indoor basketball gymnasium on the floor, tons of people, there are lines of competitors on each side. It's a "soccer" game. It's our team's turn to kick the ball in the middle, the last time this happened a big strong guy on the other team (scored?), now our guy (I think not me?) must approach and risk getting kicked and a ball in the face from this big guy. Our guy kicks the ball and it's a score! What constitutes a score is the ball going over the heads of the judges sitting at the desk, within the left/right boundaries. I watch the ball fly over several times as a replay, at first I see some goal boundaries and think we really missed, but the line of judges seems to extend beyond these boundaries so it must have been a good goal.

Down on the far end of the gymnasium is a game of dodge-ball, my alta mater vs. its arch-rival school. A girl on the opposing team approaches to throw, she's tricky, her head position/ gaze is a fake out and the throws towards me. I reach to catch it but the throw is very fast, the ball lodges between my shoulder and the shoulder of a teammate standing right next to me. I take the ball to throw and I think I'm going to get a really powerful shot, I notice the opposing team seems to be all girls, I throw the ball and someone on my team hits my arm just before the shot and my shot is weak as a result (and is caught?).