FryingMan

+ I'm in a multi-level parking garage, typical gray cement structure. I park my car? I'm riding a bike, and ride along a nearly vertical surface between two levels, the lip at the top of the wall is curved and I think my tires have enough traction to hold me vertical on this wall. I do stay vertical but can't make my way up over the lip to the upper level, the upper level is about at the level of my hips on my left, so I lean over, lying my body down on the cement floor while still straddling the bike, and flip the bike up and over on to the upper level (and keep riding off?). There's a guy up ahead giving directions, and I follow the arrows to the way out. I'm having a bit of trouble peddling, (I see someone else peddling and they have no problems?).

+ In a party room. In the corner I'm pouring cups of a red drink, placing one cup into another cup below it so as not to spill (but a little spills anyway?). There's a middle-aged woman wearing a white blouse nearby, someone carrying something bump into her and spills several blotches of what looks like olive oil on to her white blouse, I glance at the stains but don't pay it more attention. (This was in the "left corner" or the room). In the right corner of the room there is a guy announcing something, and it seems funny to me because he's using a sterotypical American advertisement "announcer" voice, and I start making fun of it and talking in the same way. I explain that in America they talk in ads like this (they already know that, though). There's some box on the ground we're taking things out from?

Then one of the emcees, a young woman, reaches over and picks up a clarinet and starts to play. The sound is beautiful with a pure tone, totally accurate clarinet sound. I watch her fingers change positions (forked fingering) as she switches between different notes.