FryingMan

Nice to get an epic again. Hope this signals continuing return of recall.

+ military theme, mech girl, bike ride
I see trucks carrying huge missiles drive by.

I'm standing outside in daylight at an intersection with a cute girl inside a big mech warrior suit. I'm talking to her but she doesn't respond. At one point I stick my hand which is wearing a light and loose glove into the mech's arm/leg and some moving gears inside catches the glove. I realize that my hand is stuck and is getting pulled slowly but surely close to the moving gears which will probably at least take off a finger. I manage to dislodge my hand (by pressing on some lever on the mech?). I'm asking the girl something, but she just turns away and walks off with the mech into some trees, then heads back to the road and (I think) to camp. I think if I should try to follow her.

Follow on foot, or on bike? I'm then riding a bike (thought of my father?), like my old Schwin 5-speed with the banana seat and high handle bars. There is only one hand brake, on the left handle bar, and I use it to stop. I think about trying the pedals to see if there is a brake there, but there is no bake on the pedals. I'm riding down some hills, and I stop and turn around and ride back up.

+ epic: baseball stadium, colleagues, terrorists, space ship, captive?

I'm in a parking lot outside the stadium. Cars are parking. I'm on foot but want to find a parking spot. There aren't many spots left in the preferred parking. I walk to the normal lot and there are plenty of spots here, but people continue to arrive. I go to the parking ticket dispenser. I'm standing in a spot that I want to park in, but how can I reserve it, I need to keep this spot and go get my car and park here. Should I leave the ticket here on the ground?

Inside the baseball stadium, I enter and am at a concession stand. At the stand buying food is my old colleague from company R (then company N), WaDo. He's there with his young son [false]. He has a mustache and kind of crazy-looking "Einstein" hair. He son looks just like him, just a lot smaller, including the mustache! I'm standing nearby him and as he turns away from the counter and his gaze passes over me, I wave energetically and say "Hi, W!" and wait for him to notice me. But he seems not to recognize me. He's approaching some stairs going down and I talk to him some more. He stops to talk to me and places his tray on the top of the banister, but he misses and the tray falls to the ground, he doesn't seem too upset about this, he just says "Oh." Then he mentions that he never got that email from me about <something>. Then I "remember" that I did indeed forget to send it, it wasn't critical though just some question.

I see then colleague JiMa (company 3), he looks quite accurate. We're walking down the stairs, and I'm saying "do you know who that was? That was WD, the architect of the P-engine at (company R), he worked with famous guy JC on the application Q!"

I'm concerned about my ticket, it doesn't seem to have a seat assignment on it in the stadium. I take it out and it just has a number "58" (?) on it. My wife gave me these ticket stubs, maybe I'm missing the seat assignment. JM says that I should have the PDF file that contains the information.

I'm inside my room with my wife and (younger) kids. I see a door and go out. There's a second door beyond the first door, but I can't reach it without letting the door to my room close. I go out and the door to my room closes. I then go out the second door. I'm in a narrow twisty corridor with lots of unmarked doors. I start to panic and want to get back to my room. The corridor floor is curved (like the cross-section of a slide) and colored with "dots" (?). I'm moving through sequences of doors and finally emerge to a large open area.

The first thing I see is another concession stand but it's just a bar. I think "oh, so this is where my son went," to sneak away from us and drink beer. I see my son sitting nearby with a friend and expect to see a glass of beer in his hand but he's not drinking beer actually. I also see the end of some amusement ride: it is a stand-up ice slide. People wear slippery attachments to the their feet/legs and balance standing up as they slip down the twisty frozen slide. I see some attachments on legs that look like casts (for broken legs).

I hear no noise from the crowd and I think that means our team is probably losing. JM is there again with me. At some point someone narrates about tall glass buildings where the glass reflects the light and it gets in everybody's eyes.

I'm standing in a corridor and there are 3 suspicious looking guys. Their faces are covered by black balaclavas, and they have a lot of things strapped to big vests that they're wearing. I clearly see a hand grenade attached to one guy's vest, eventually I think he's carrying 3. They're all acting very nervous and are continually fidgeting and adjusting their gear, opening zippers and pulling out things and attaching them to their vests and then closing the zippers. I think they're terrorists.

I'm in a space ship, we're preparing for a massive battle with many other ships. Now the critical auction for ammunition is beginning. Our captain steps up (a man at this point), he's very experienced at munitions auctions and we urge him to hurry. He quickly steps up and says "15,000 for 15,000!" He ends up buying 355 missiles. These missiles are then placed as golden squares on the consoles around our ship. There is a lot of room for more missiles on extended munitions systems, but they say that these extensions are not reliable.

I'm walking through the ship talking to somebody (JM from baseball?), and am feeling confident that with 355 missile we'll triumph. I say "we'll (use lasers?) on the easy targets and mop up the rest with the missiles" (?). Our captain is now a young woman, and I point her out to my friend and say she is an extremely talented captain. I'm searching for the right phrase, and say "she's the Mozart of space ship captains."

I'm now wearing a vest with lots of pockets on it, and apparently I'm a captive being taken somewhere. I check my pockets and think that I put something in the pockets back in the baseball stadium. I feel for a small item but nothing is there. I'm looking for a weapon, like a knife. In a room I see a scalpel and a small round black plastic rubber ring/plug in a zip-lock baggie by a door, but I don't pick it up. I think I'll find something else in some room. I'm walking with (my captors?) through the rooms in the ship, and when we reach an intersection, they walk forwards and I quickly zip into the side passage (which is just another entrance to the same room it turns out), and I'm continuing to search for a weapon to hide but don't find anything. At this point a young man with black hair (who is the son of other colleagues from company K who got married), he's looking harried and is also a captive/stowaway.