FryingMan

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Spoiler for sexy time:

I'm running my finger over something that resolves into a girl's (ahem). I'm rubbing her "button" and she's saying "ooh, that makes me feel all warm in my tummy!" I decide since she likes it I'll take her upstairs to the bedroom to give her a proper tongue-lashing. As I carry her upstairs she turns into a mouse/rat. I do a brief bit of oral on her anyway [ew!]

She then jumps out of my hands and runs out of the room, she's completely shocked and mortified at what I was doing. She runs to the phone and is going to call someone to tell them what I was doing. My life is ruined.

I'm standing at the toilet and start to pee. The wall to my left has a large, low open window opening on to the street, so I just turn to the left and aim out the window on to the sidewalk (haha!). I notice outside is dark, and I vaguely see my car across the street is double-parked blocking in another car. I make a mental note that I should go properly park my car.

I'm walking through some random hardware store, I see an attractive tall woman manager with long dark hair wearing some sort of hairnet on top of her head. She says something about the stuff being quick-drying.

+ I'm standing outside the baseball bat factory sweat shop. I pull back the curtain and go inside. (I'm apparently a manager?). I'm holding up in my hand a very rough short broom made from sticks. This is not an acceptable baseball bat. I think of showing the difference in hitting a baseball with a proper bat versus this sad little stick broom. I'm a bit concerned that if I hit the ball to well with the bad bat, it will be a poor motivation for them to improve. The stick broom turns into a branch?

I see across the room a pile of lumber and go and pick up a small rectangular block of wood, I turn it over and see it is hollowed out (like the bottom of a wooden jewelry box), I think briefly if I should be picking this up. This "reminds" me of something and I begin a teary, inspirational speech. Something like "*This* (block of wood?) is how I got started! <some more stuff>". "Now, please, if there are any questions, ask! Don't feel embarrassed to ask!" (I see some of the people snickering at my sincerity).

A man then comes forward and says "It's important to note that AM (old friend of my kids) is using way too much gas", the man is holding a small device of transparent plastic in his hand.

I'm walking through a large showroom, I see a rack of really long black fishing rods. I look down at a price tag but can't see the price, I think this should be fixed. I also notice a small seat at the bottom of the fishing rod, like it's also a bicycle.

I see a (red?) normal bicycle covered with "price" license plates/stickers, one of them I think is "$100". I see one guy selling another guy a bicycle, telling him how awesome it's going to make him. Then I figure out he's not one of my salesman, he's actually an outsider trying to sell his own basket-attachment to the bicycle customer, the basket is made of a few pieces of rebar.

+ In childhood home, in parents room, leave, at the top of the stairs I look back and see some water splashing out from the faucet [false] that I "remember" I had turned on as I just left the room in passing. I go back to the (parent's bedroom) to turn off the faucet, and get a quick glance of my mother in there. I go down the stairs and start sobbing thinking I won't see my mom there any more and that I should go cry with dad who's down at the bottom of the stairs, I haven't yet grieved together with him.

+ parking on some chunk of random city street. I turn to the left, and as I do so I look for cars coming from the right, but notice the street to the right is blocked by a barrier of poles. Ahead there are cars parked to the right, despite there being three thick red painted lines (messy and jagged) which I think means "no parking. To the left cars are also parked but someone is pulling out. I move to parallel park pointed the wrong way. I have trouble getting lined up. Someone else is there in a car but doesn't interfere. I get finally backed into the spot and the car drifts a bit out of my control [Dream Sign]. In the rear view mirror, I see I'm quickly approaching very close to the car parked behind me. I pull the parking break and stop just in time. I see there is a large woman in the car behind me giving me a "look" about my car approaching too close to hers. I pull a little bit forwards.

Getting out of the car, my wife says since we left the usual math books at home, do I want to use this other book instead (we have to teach some small children?).